Yesterday is Sevilla
had I known how it would be –
when the government mandated closure
when -
trains buses aircraft
became containers for a deadly virus,
my voice was but a whisper,
my touch soft as we walked the empty streets
the restaurants and museums shuttered
the ancient space where we ate yesterday, vanished
the beer we drank in that little place the day before, locked away
the heavy wooden door of the Almacen, barred.
The ancient walls filled with paintings, inaccessible
Signs
a culture was dying
as around us
the streets held their mouths tight,
the heavens shuddered with questions,
as this once living universe grew silent,
we turned away and cried.
By Rob Mohr
