The pores of the night
Hit my nose like bright sunlight,
My nose itching like pepper touch
And my eyes glow like a watch torch,
My chin cut deep
Than the a beer sip,
From the pain hit at dark
And now my stomach dogs bark.
The face of COVID-19
Hit on mine,
Mine of weird minerals closed
Mineral of salt medicine feed
We’re laid in the bright darkness
That my stomach feels fierce,
That we’re eaten slowly down.
The touch or His wrath
Has reached the surface of Earth,
Like the say it is,
But my mind stand not as
They claim of His wrath,
It stands at a junction
No decision.
