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AT the Beginning of Covid-19

Noelle Kocott

Night, night, night. And the shadows

That wane talk to us. The music rounds

Up, exempt from history. It’s an endless

Canceling out of divinity, ready to speak


Again, saying, I am here. I’d call it endless,

Endless. What is stripped of its mortality

Goes on like a soldier to war. But we can’t

Do that, not really. Instead, we balance


On the head of a pin with the angels. I’ve

Spent hours lettering the borders of this

World. My cohorts, I don’t believe the laments

About leaving our lives, but I do believe it


That there is elegy, as green as grass. Nothing’s

Touching me anymore, and the spring rain Is peace.


Part of 'In the Beginning of Covid-19', a series of poems curated by Jason Dodge in 2020

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