Triage

Waking up an early morning

The light is the same

Everything else is different

The selection of people has started

Being very obvious still surprising

We are numbered, separated

Then going back to our normal life

Pretending it never happened

Some of being gone though

The old and infirm

Especially hiding in the shadow

Avoiding attention

A Journey Through the City

Having no peace of mind

I went through the city

The rain had just started

Arriving at the square

Crowded with people

Some with masks

But most without

Drinking beer and congregating

The tedious quarantine

Had been to no avail

We went on like life was

Normal but still very strange

A lot of old people dying

Inside secluded institutions

Filling up the morgue

And keeping the undertakers busy

The almost empty underground

And few old people in the street

Keeping their distance

Told us that

The summer that would be different

The journey then became one of fear

And curiosity

We did not know why we were here

And what our role would be

All bets seemed open