at the empty streets and the hallowed lanes striped of the
faces and the laughter, the cheers dying in the fading noise

there is more to this silence than the darkness stuck
in the black teeth of the night

the thrumming of the lone harp wire falling on the empty ears
the rolling of the subways bouncing off the empty walls

Silence screams the loudest cleaving the hunger in our souls
the pixelated appearance of the gentle soft faces on the screen

a metaphor for social company. A replacement for warm breaths
on the back of my neck for that phantom apricity

the waves throbbing and breaking on the empty shores returns
half-hearted to the places

not baptized by the fleeting touch of the soft palms
and baby fat legs dipped for mere excitement

giggles lost in the pulverized sands as the barren beach
calls out for mercy, this deafening silence is no longer pristine and pure

social distancing is the pure sustenance we all are craving these days
we now look with our parched eyes to foil the gaps in our sight

which we slowly brought on ourselves living in this orphan moment
as the corrupt architect of this empty world

stunning image by artist and poet Stuart M Buck, find his online store (and humorous inspiration via his Twitter feed.