hearts are falling

in the 13th month

hearts are falling
colorless cutouts
hang from the glass
a half million and more now
fading failing falling

unity they said
cut out tape up shine bright
all in this together
death life man woman child
over it too soon

forget graphs
stare at the maskless mass
covidiots freedumbers governors
just you try to forgive
or quit looking

there’s hope for sunshine
be sane
stick survive endure breathe
yet few cutouts remain
hearts fading failing falling still

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Categories: Poems

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Martin C. Fredricks IV

Martin C. “Red” Fredricks IV here. I’m husband to an amazing woman who is also my best friend, dad to three outstanding kids, Fargoan (North Dakota, that is), proud introvert, veteran messaging strategist/copywriter, and big-time reader. As they say, if you're gonna write good stuff, you have to read good stuff. A ginger, too - ergo the "Red" - although some of it's going white. Cinnamon-Sugar, I call it. Tattooed to boot; seven so far. At age 54, I'm stilling crankin' AC/DC & Metallica, but now and again I spin some Eric Church and Black Uhuru, too. I love hanging out with my (much) better half, spending time with our kids, writing, hiking, riding my mountain bike and reading.