1918, Epidemic

father has climbed the stairs of death

sister is soon to follow

mother and i, we try to endure

in the ridden air, heavy smog

white gauze makes me retch

but i can’t take it off,

they say it’ll save me

did it save dad, or will it save ann?

no

perhaps i too will drown inside

this is something from which no one can hide

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