Death in the Time of Coronavirus. A Poem by Christina Hession

No hand to hold,
in that sterile room.
No tender kiss,
when I succumb too soon.
No requiem mass,
or traditional wake.
No ‘sorry for your troubles’
– dead fish handshakes.
No book of condolences
-graveside eulogy.
No husband allowed
Only three

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