I wrote this poem toward the end of 2020, when the “Covid-19 pandemic” was in full swing and many theories about the whole situation flourished. What was certainly true about that time was the heartbreak of loss, loneliness, fear, anxiety and anger it caused. Her smile was like a beacon of hope in a faceless crowdWhere a strange arctic atmosphere spread like oxygen-ignited fireDagger eyes and cutting words give chaseGod forbid she expose her glowing rosy cheeks and lips ! What fragile state we have become where the sight of exposed skin triggers rageAnd the slightest touch elicits a cascade of horror and outrageWhere men, women, and children sit in…