‘Dipped’
Before the plague
unleashed it’s sickle
our lives were pickle,
multicolor stipple,
salt and sweet and sour,
a changing relish every hour.
And now our lives -
homogenized,
All our days
are mayonnaise.
But sirens slather us in loss,
injustice burns like pepper sauce,
our mouths are spiced in rage, dissent.
Pain remains our condiment.
- Jason Messinger 6/22/2020
