A Sonnet
In the solitude of social distance
Time is the great commodity.
Time, time enough at last to contemplate
The weight of the world and its oddity.
Time to think, brood, or even ruminate
On the great mysteries of life. For instance:
Joe Exotic managed a costume change
While a tiger ate some poor lady’s arm?
Really? Also, expired Walmart meat?
Is that a thing? Watching his workers swarm
To dig through the dumpster for scraps to eat
Was dystopian, unsettling, strange.
Two things I know. That it’s “safer at home.” And
Yes, Carol Baskin killed her husband.
