This piece was published in the international anthology Poems from the Lockdown (UK: Willowdown) in April 2020.
A Fallout Unspoken
The air about us in
The coming of Spring
Feels a little more still now.
A bit more static,
Almost solid.
Gray, it hangs low, this
Concrete sky.
Impenetrable,
It casts silence over
The city that can’t seem to wake.
Sullen city
Doesn’t know where to turn.
Living herein,
Standing afar, it’s
Whispers lie dormant.
And the pall that holds us
We thought would arrive with
Howling boom and argent glow
Carries instead
A fallout unspoken.
-John
Pietaro
April
4, 2020, 2:35am
End
of week two, the quarantine
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