FABLE Poem: All Things Shall Pass?, by Ricardo José González-Rothi

Broken down in Flatbush,
I’m waitin’ on my bus,
Feelin’ really slimy in my scrubs.

Cuomo’d pulled his left glove off,
dabbed in alcohol,
then he turned the knob and we went in.

I pulled on a pantyhose
over my bloody splotched bandana
gone was the supply of PPE’s

It was just a matter of marking down the time,
I held Mrs. Gomez’s hand in mine
And we said evry’ prayer the chaplin knew…

And Covid’s just another nightmare
for a pestilence renewed
Now we’re in this horror
When all along they knew!

Feeling sick and dying,
They said “you’ll be ok”
We’re short on ventilators,
“But the bug will go away…”