The Suspense Is Killing Me Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Suspense Is Killing Me

Why on this critical juncture,
I'm thriving anonymously,
in this purgatory,
with more bodies,
more carcinogens,
more pathogens,

I say I'm not ready,
I say l'm asymptomatic

I thrive so I don't have so many
brothers to love,
neighbors to condemn,

What I cannot say,
is Monday, Tuesday next year,
weeping mothers,
weeping sisters are gathering
on funeral pyres,

Something viral
bullet holes,
Is threatening harm,

Until further notice,
I'm unavailable for comments,
Until the dead certificate
mention my name,

Something devastating,
like a burial ground,
a lips of prayers,
an incense to burned,
with repose for the soul,