Sunday

Sunday should be different from another day.

People may walk, but not throw stones at birds.

There may be relaxation, jobs deferred,

But there should be no levity, on Sunday.

Black humour may be practised sparingly,

Call their facial protection My Death Mask.

People may zoom, stay spatial, multi-task

But ease up on streaming soul-baringly.

Bold in bolt-holes, they may keep life holey,

Holes in plans, holes in coronaversation;

This should be not theirs, their Sunday solely.

Sunday may avoid the pulse quickening.

Dry cough, clammy forehead? Information

Please! A differently different sickening.