Fire Through Dry Grass
Fire through dry grass is what I experienced
but this grass was never green
Or did it ever smell like that fresh cut grass on a summer morning
the fire was never visible
but O did it spread like a wildfire
You see the grass was never your actual grass
and the fire was never your actual fire
the grass was human being
and the fire was what we know today as covid-19
It all started mid February
with rumors of a virus so contagious that you can contract it
from the closest stranger
I didn’t believe it
but at the same time I can hear the late Rev Minnie Bell Powell
my grandma saying
god is coming boy you better get right with him
By late February it hit my home harder than Mike Tyson in his prime in the first round
Body after body ambulance after ambulance
Is what I witnessed
Scared to close my eyes at night to wake up gasping for air
Till one morning the fever and the shakes hit me
Nurse give me a Tylenol I have a tooth ache
Knowing that wasn’t what it was
But knowing I had to tell my mind that’s what it is
Just so I could shake it off
Mind over matter
My favorite OG Roy Watson wouldn’t have ever thought he would wake up gasping for air
Not even being able to grab his phone and dial 911
But through this poem I honor you Roy
And the other 500,000 Covid has taken away
A moment of silence
A year later the grass is still burning without a firefighter in sight
And the man who made such an invisible weapon of mass destruction is
sitting back saying mission accomplished
Fire through dry grass…..