Happy to hunker down right now:
I could invent a reason to take
A stroll in the sunshine, but
More reason to remain in the shade.
I can feel my demise arise outside:
This situation one of those we knew would
Come to claim the weak among us.
I have no place in a post-apocalyptic scene,
I cannot survive a sustained break in
The supply chain that sustains me:
My brain unfailing but body defective.
So I hide and hope and try to write
Prose I would have written upon retirement.