We're okay, we say, we're well;
zooming to see friends, it's great,
we're smiling, waving, smiling.
And all around our elders trapped in airless rooms
with only one way out: in body bags.
Curbside the freezer trucks are waiting.
Remember what it's like to hug,
to kiss, to be so close we dreamt each other's dreams?
Will we remember--if we live?
And will the woods be green again this spring?
Will God forgive us our sins?