Poem: Heartache

Poem: Heartache

They cursed the virus. While some gasped for air

I could not sleep last night
For lodged in my memory
Were black gyrating bodies
Decked in St. Patrick’s colours
Dancing in midnight air.
They cursed the virus
While some gasped for air
Lungs turning into cracked glass
Cared for in their last moments
By those who were strangers,
Themselves slowly dying
With red knuckles turning
Sore from constant scrubbing.
I could not sleep last night
For etched in my mind
Were those who partied and sang
“Nobody gone run me
from where me come from.”
They laughed while all across the earth
dead bodies like green beetles 
crawled across the streets
into an unforgiving air.

Note: All Rights Reserved to The Author, Yvonne Weekes. Republished via MNI by permission.