Some governors will have blood on their hands. If they think staying home is safer, they don’t realize that supposed refuges can run red with the blood of the despairing. Unsympathetic people call those who bring this fact to light “covidiots,” but I think that what’s more “covidiotic” is having a monolithic fixation on one issue. Depression and other issues make people really tired of Blursday following Blursday, wishing that “anthropause” would take it’s claws out of all the broken hearts.
Your regularly scheduled poem has been interrupted by this thing, because my brain has short-circuited.
Also, I know that the word “red” is supposed to be for a Christmas writing challenge, and this is the opposite of Christmassy. This was also inspired by a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.
mistletoe is green,
Santa’s hat is red,
there are other things than Covid
which can make us dead
There’s your poem. 🙂