Covid killed me in 2021 #BIAY

Resolutions fall like confetti in the first act, 
As the bride walks on, not caring to step on this
Or that one; the pews empty, one by one, back 
To whence they came, a normal born of temporal bliss

The remote control brings banners and warnings in: 
Beware the Greek alphabet may just not suffice!
Get the jab, the jab, the jab... hearts beating 
Poised one against the other lest humanity survive

Punches get thrown where confetti stood before 
Covid, jab, covid, covid, fun now turns to war 
Tears now turned to phlegm hurled from tours
Only vaxxed can access, but there yet was more

Beyond the banners, and warnings, and dying confetti
Came one crying in the wilderness, vaxxed or not, 
But bearing a promise that the bride's heel tip
Going into the new year may have crushed, or not;

Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel, 
Old words made new with meanings I never knew
With the gentility of that loving single uncle, 
The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew

But dew is never wasted as roots push even deeper
Green gets even greener, love grows even stronger.
Working from home gets even drearier, days longer
But the words remain louder, daily louder larger

Foundation stones become lintels, pillars towering
Over the statue of my entrenched ego, saying "Let go". 
Do I deserve the 3-65 days you're offering?
I feel the hammers chip away at what's refusing to grow:

In the 2nd year Anno Coronaviri, when AD was written CE,
A bearded man picked up one of my confetti, and 
Not knowing me, prayed me into keeping 1st Jan promises,
Amidst despair at desecrations gripping the land. 

But they weren't his words. They were His Word. 
Day by day, chipping away, like covid at my tubes
But this time making something new from me bored
Making me see the Lion crouched behind the cub, 
Making me be the cub ready to let Him face 2022

(c) nyonglema

She will rise

To weep these tears love to express
Where fears abound, where love once was?
Promises failed, the bruises pale
The guardian's hand's the butcher's tool, 
And kisses fade to bruises too 
And love's embrace to bitter jail
Why's fear around the love that was?
Why's the flower with crud engrossed?

Smile again. The tears wash the bruises away. 
Tempered, you'll efface hate to bloom:
A butterfly bedazzling out of the cocoon
Casting silvery tiaras on flowers of new day.

(c) nyonglema

RTC card

Today I lost my RTC card.
Killing the noisy leaves  that dared to flee
The comfort of the shadow-making branches,
My thoughts run off barking at strangers. 
Space time warps in their wake, colouring 
In fuchsia and cyan times we had shared: 

Past tears on a friend's face, falling faint,
I stare, seeking the soothing action to make
My heart feels nothing, my words mean nothing
I walk away, as I, the Samaritan didn't answer her pain.

Past me vomitting venom into violated ears
As if by scratching metal on metal it were possible
To assuage my mettle. My verbal revenge accomplished, 
I relished Hiroshima in that soul, I loved it!

Past me taking more than was due to me,
Public servant, pushing servitude upon citizens, 
The shepherd eating the grass, and the fleece 
And the lamb and ewe dying as I elevate. 

Oh....today.... I lost my RTC card, 
As my thoughts dashed and warped through 
The attic of my memories; 

I've stared filth in the face
And recoiled holding my nose in front of a mirror
Seeing here the worst case.

I lost my RTC card looking deeper, 

Yes.

Today I lost my Right To Criticise Card
And found we're all trying to Die Hard.

(c) nyonglema

Original Sin

That hated smell of freshly applied disinfectant
Fills echoey white corridors, silent and patient: 

Peacefulness is a child's smile, but there's no peace
In the maternity as new Potential wormholes through 
Worlds, adding to the stench of good with a bad face
That fills the hitherto silent and patient: kill germs, smell 
Bad; bring hope, sound sharp-metal-on-sheet-metal bad. 

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Let the waters come together to a single mass
Bringing forth creatures to writhe and play 

Let the waters let appear many a land mass, 
Bringing forth creatures of varied colours and grade

Let the Trinity sweeping over the water mass, 
In mud and rib, bring forth one and his half, 
For both to garden and care, with children had,
To fill the garden and make worlds anew. 

BUT alas the urge to know the mastercraft
That built such beauty with effortless class appeals
To Eve, and the master's oversight snakes in
To taunt his bride: to feed off fester:

Our intellect our science have surpassed
Creation. We know the why, how, where what. 
The tides, the stars, the Möbius strip 
Dalton's and Kant's intellectual flares,
The PC, Android and the Metaverse
Surpass creation's greatest feats. We now 
Should know ...no... decide evil from good. 

Tempting fruit and two bites later
Itchy figs were clothes in spite of better
"Where you are?" got an action as answer

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The creatures brought forth in watery masses
Jump to catch fleeing breath when water elapses. 

The creatures brought forth by the land masses, 
Crash or gulp watery death when the earth lapses

And Man for all the science and mental gymnastics
Is but a fleeting flutter failing without the apses.

(c) nyonglema