We will vaccinate you.
In a home
Where we are supposed
To care for you.
85 years old, with dementia
Your family kept away
Behind a window.
They see you,
Can’t touch you,
You don’t know if they love you.
You see them, but
Don’t know who,
Don’t know why.
You know you’re dying,
Inside,
And out.
We will vaccinate you
But the death
Has happened already.
The death of touch.
Loving touch, unknown
Who or why it has been removed.
Your death will happen
But we will vaccinate.
You will die
Anyway, without love.
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