A Number

A Number

Memory hides   

Waits for someone to ask

Have you seen her?

Were you hit?

Where will it strike next?


But you don’t speak

Sorrow’s quarantined

Death digitized

An updated, official number


Yet the sick lie curled-up 

While the unmourned wriggle below

We’d all like to get out but

It’s hard to escape the whole world


Better to learn the truth

Nothing ever happened