Reports of the dead ticked up
Like that photo of the Dust Bowl
The solid wall of minuscule particles
Obscuring sky and horizon
Knowing everyone in the way
Would be subsumed under the choking cloud.
Like a weather report of floods and storms
Just the next county over but surely
You’re on high ground.
Still reports of the dead ticked up
Like a movie-screen train wreck
Happening at remove
Is it a miniature,
Or did they really wreck a train?
Plague series #32
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