Under Cover — a poem

With half our face obscured
we cease ourselves to be
with others.

                       Diminished
are we — made less by lost
transparency.

                       No smiles come
through paper or cloth. Saving
our lives we lose our souls.

                                             Cast
aside by a veiled, threatened
ill, our ability to interrelate
rots

        under cover.

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