Covid Resilience
| Bernadette & Daniel Skubik | Issue 141 (May - Jun 2021)
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The recent pandemonium
enveloping us all
unsheathes a swashbuckling
double-edged sword
advancing our retreat
into global disconnect
may our union reunite
beating swords into plowshares
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