"Powers Of Probable Immunity" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

"in the absence of public policy"
moving freely and being considered
completely clear of that woolly beastie!
Some ethically challenging conundrum?
Especially in post covid-19 occupied USA!
The few, the far and wide, those in-betweens
exposure to and those emergency rooms extremes!
Seems a tragic surreal mystery, betwixt those of mild
expression and that deathly dying horribly thingy.
Ya think! Logically and with most certainty
this infectious disease situation ain't
gonna get any better unless the
entire human species gets its
schist together and heal
one another and most
importantly do heal
our planet earth.
"For Whatever its Worth"
You each have witnessed ‘her'
self-healing powers… with the air
clearing out and oh so sweet smelling
breaths so precious in these dazed mornings
and in restricting nights we are experiencing and
still… "death" continues to rule our convoluted lives
so absolutely complete, and eerily frighteningly holds
US prisoner to the mindset of our potential demise and
our individual personal practitioner' powers… hint, hint
yes, in the only truth that needs be mentioned… "we"
are the "Captains of our own Ships; " and do not you
ever forget this! ! ! So, a tender Aloha Nui Loa to those
who pass on before US… The Grandpas' and Grandmas'
the Mother' and Fathers, Sister' and Brothers, ' Nieces and
Nephews, and each member, of our extended and nuclear
families… mentioning last but not least "WE, " as a species
must immediately become as crystal; sparkling and clear
and think profoundly so on this issue all over this one world
with, its one "human species; " for there are no subsets of our
kind, no plural of members, no individual is so ‘especial, ' through
our genetics we are simply all kin to one another… so in ending this
dirge… I implore the each of you to forget minding your individual
and personal druthers and on the lighter side remember this: "There
ain't one thing on this Earth that a pitcher of real beer cannot
fix"! In closing and with all emphasis IAM not asking again for
the each of you on a worldwide basis to "sack up, " "take a powder"
"give every inch" "scratch all that itches" stop being such
disgusting little male and female britches and just get along…
before the each of you discover that taking your personal
extremes to a maximum will bring to your "Small Faces", that
axiom held by that hand… read me? Do not allow this to become
an all-out unanswerable question of what becomes of the all of
US once an evocation is established by ‘them' and ‘they' submit
to US the absolute necessity of the shallow unmentionable within
that scenario held as the "power of probable immunity."