Texas Highways Xvii Poem by Armadillo Poet

Where there is fear there is virility,
Where there is virility there is virus,
And a preacher to chastise the dirty.

Who is to witness to the faces of disease
On those abducted in secret
To Austin-Bergstrom hangars?
Nurses, doctors, and ministers, surely.

Meantime I shop, but see no sickness,
Only the floor stickers, street signs,
And awkward lines of people-
Metered as traffic:

Socially distanced like
Cars up an on ramp,
Or cattle down a slide.