Fire Through Dry Grass
Fire through dry grass is what I experienced
but this grass was never green 
Or did it ever smell like that fresh cut grass on a summer morning
the fire was never visible 
but O did it spread like a wildfire 
You see the grass was never your actual grass
and the fire was never your actual fire 
the grass was human being 
and the fire was what we know today as covid-19
It all started mid February
with rumors of a virus so contagious that you can contract it
from the closest stranger 
I didn’t believe it 
but at the same time I can hear the late Rev Minnie Bell Powell 
my grandma saying
god is coming boy you better get right with him
By late February it hit my home harder than Mike Tyson in his prime in the first round  
Body after body ambulance after ambulance
Is what I witnessed 
Scared to close my eyes at night to wake up gasping for air 
Till one morning the fever and the shakes hit me 
Nurse give me a Tylenol I have a tooth ache
Knowing that wasn’t what it was 
But knowing I had to tell my mind that’s what it is
Just so I could shake it off
Mind over matter 
My favorite OG Roy Watson wouldn’t have ever thought he would wake up gasping for air 
Not even being able to grab his phone and dial 911 
But through this poem I honor you Roy 
And the other 500,000 Covid has taken away
A moment of silence 
A year later the grass is still burning without a firefighter in sight 
And the man who made such an invisible weapon of mass destruction is 
sitting back saying mission accomplished 
Fire through dry grass…..
 
                        