Both Our Houses
(in a time of, well, you know what time it is)
A plague on both your houses
I’m sure someone has thought of this
By now
My house and yours
Might be infected
Remain in isolation, though there are
Phone calls and the Internet
Our neighborhood of houses
And the nations
It might be nothing, might be
The thing that’s going ‘round
I could use some lamb’s blood for the lintel
No small thing,
Because my faith is shaken
The thing is vague except that it’s
Pervasive
The Montagues and Capulets
Cannot join hands
Just yet
But let the lovers have their way
They cannot touch for now,
Which is plague enough
C L Couch
March 2020
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