this is how it ends

the plague is here to stay
only the sad ones
know how to hold space
for hurt hearts

perhaps more dark days
can shed light
on what we have done
to get here

the pretenders
have moved on
to thinking they will
be the special ones to survive
not a second thought
to humanity's grave loss

maybe there can come
some profound understanding
out of all this grief
or maybe not

hope is draining
warnings come and go
the path of the righteous
is just a hole in the ground

vaccine or no vaccine
we are all in the same boat
and while it sinks
we blame each other
until our lungs fill with water

death is the great equalizer
upon our mossy beds
we will finally decide
to be friends again