THE CITY OF BURDEN

AND OF THE BURDENED

THE BEGINNING.

Morning comes to the City of Burden

Far below

From the window of your isolation ward

You see silent cobblestone streets

Where busy wagons wandered 

And children used to play

Now empty

Muted by the Contagion

It’s lonely here

And every day bleeds into the next

You resolve to fill the time with structured activity:

Do you want to engage in creative pursuits?  

Or industrious, useful activities?