The Vaccine
by Roger Stoll / March 21st, 2021
The needle pricks your skin,
injects a clear, glassy liquid,
makes an impenetrable shield
so the sickness won’t get in.
No, it’s not the vaccine
you take to keep you whole,
body lashed to its little soul
(the thing that’s never really been).
This one carries all you want:
guile, love, peace and poison;
it kills worry and suspicion,
dulls your pain in just an instant.
Then you are a magical being.
No one sees you slipping past,
alive or dead, cursed or blessed,
until you dream of nothing.
Roger Stoll lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and has published articles, book reviews and political poetry in Black Agenda Report, Counterpunch, Dissident Voice, Internationalist 360, Jewschool, Marxism-Leninism Today, MintPress News, MRonline, New Verse News, Orinoco Tribune, Popular Resistance, Resumen Latinoamericano, San Francisco Examiner, and ZNet.
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This article was posted on Sunday, March 21st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
