Tears for a Warrior
By Ann Chiappetta
I am thinking of my friend today
Caught in the viral war,
Being forced to use the last vestiges of strength
To find safe haven in this epidemic.
Where no safety is found.
This person, this friend, this man
With AIDS, who has defied all expectations during
And I wonder, with sorrowful thoughts
If he will defy Corona like He did HIV.
This man, this person, this patient
Is surviving with minimal care,
Enforced clinical Neglect cut off
from us, suffering
Wracked with fever, lumbar pain, and mobility loss
Brought upon by quarantine.
Twenty-five years ago, he faced death and came back
I will find him in the places between dreams,
Make conversation on the astral plain
This is all I can do, dream and hope
my friend Will hear me.
March 30, 2020