threat landscape
who knows what’s
out there hiding
in the hills
or in a handshake
I could get hit
by a bus or a brick
or the morning news
hard enough to knock
me flat on my back
what happens next
is just waiting
until I drop my
guard or my keys
I don’t know what’s
around the corner
(around the corona)
what could go off
or go wrong
I can’t hear anything
but warnings
but I’m not saying
anything new
only repeating what
I’ve heard repeated
be afraid be afraid
be afraid be afraid
how many times
do we need to say it
be afraid be afraid
be afraid be afraid
no–don’t be afraid
don’t be afraid
our fear is getting
us nowhere
don’t catch the virus
be aware
be awake
be alive
draw new maps
tell new stories
and old ones
who knows what’s
could be out there
Reminds me of”Stop, hey, what’s that sound”