Warning
We are approaching 2020
As you leave the craft, collect hand sanitizer, a mask,
And a full-face visor for your one task
Which you must accept
To prevent contamination
Now fear not, for you will also find some peace.
A short respite from the warring, starving nations
Who must now repel disease.
And ladies! You can leave behind your
Bra, make up and jewels,
And find, instead, your inner fortitude
As you toss your unruly hair to the wind
In tranquil, feral solitude
Collect here, also, a copy of the rules.
You may walk across the empty roads
without a second glance
Inhale the fresh, unpolluted air.
Then take your chance
with the running armies of gasping
Unmasked un-dead,
Panting, gagging, to stay ahead of despair.
Cross their path if you dare
So, friends and companions,
Cherish your last embrace
For a while.
Your next encounter will be an awkward wave
and a distorted smile
through a flat glass screen.
Alone yet together
Connected by a threat, until now unseen
through this portal of space.
Now, go forth and flourish, but take this advice
Be careful. Your ticket says ‘Destination Random. Half Price’
Complaints and liabilities will be firmly refuted.
And you may not be readmitted.
What’s that you say Sir?
Oh I’m Sorry.
You’re muted.
