After travelling high and low -an Alpine adventure
I've got the shot
I've got the whooze
The feeling goes down to my shoes
For weeks I was less than enthused
As politicians tried to defuse the potential
Side-effects of this and that vaccine.
My whooziness reveals
The truth about my Covid arm
Is it is sore, a wound, a contusion
Only under this iceberg of sore lies
Billons of human cells
That switched to a manufacturing center
An mRNA production facility that on a molecular level spreads
Over a larger surface than all Amazon warehouses put together.
Today it is not only my body readying for a Corona foul play
Around the globe we see
In Mexico next to a cactus, the vaccine is given to a Padre
In Iceland to a dancer at the local cabaret
And in Mongolia to a man who preferred to ignore his tooth decay.
As proteins race around my body
I am tempted to celebrate with some booze
To soothe the whooze -remember?
And that bruise
And hopefully soon end my days as a recluse
Or a hermit longing for a ticket anywhere on the horizon
Soon I shall stop mending buttons and socks
To finally reset Time on my clock
And rekindle connections
That today are fuzzy recollections.
