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The timeline is a cry for help.
One person, then another,
A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Magnitudes words flail
Trying to explain.

Oxygen, ICU, plasma, RT-PCR,
Insert medicine name of choice,
Becoming common knowledge;
Names, names, names.

Phone, drugs, cylinders,
Available beds, ambulances,
Doses, plasma units, litres;
Numbers, numbers, numbers.

Cases, deaths,
Absent governments,
And yet,

Humans who have never met,
Never known each other,
Not family or relation;

Not connected by,
Except a desire,
To ask, “What can be done?”
People, people, people.

Into the void,
The hopelessness,
The yawning gap,
The bridges, the links,
The dashes, the dives,
The free lunches,
The clean houses;

The caretakers,
The stories,

Divisions fraying into dust,
Into a shared present;
However fleeting,
Shining bright, a star.

A path where there seemed none.
A step into the unknown, realising,
We are more similar than we think.


Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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