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Wednesday, May 27, 2020


by Mike LaForge

Trucks being used as temporary morgues outside the New York City Chief Medical Examiner's office on May 12. Credit: Eduardo Munoz Alvarez/Getty Images via The New York Times

“My Mother Died of the Coronavirus. It’s Time She Be Counted. Not having an accurate, honest, nationwide way to tally Covid-19 cases will only add to the current tragedy.” 
—Elisabeth Rosenthal, The New York Times, May 25, 2020

The uncounted
do not clutter

they die at home

on faded sheets
damp pillows

with fever sweat
and sacrifice
they never wanted


to trouble us
with their numbers
though we shudder

over curves
elongated shapes
eloquent and flattened

we do not count
the dead
who stay at home.

Mike LaForge has worked at various times as a forklift operator, a door to door salesman, a martial arts instructor, and a teacher of English to students who use English as a second language. He currently lives near Vancouver, Canada, and has been writing poetry as a hobby for most of his life. His poetry has appeared previously on TheNewVerse.News.