A poem about a scene I witnessed involving a mother and child at the pharmacy.
Go easy on him
He's already sick
He wouldn't be here if
He had a choice
The mask on his face
Marks him Afflicted
His barking cough
Announces his arrival
"Don't you throw up"
His mother warns
Her selfish scorn
Is more infectious and insidious
Than is his virus
Sunlight and rest
Fluids and love
Is what he needs
Reproach and repentance
Is her prescription
