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What about the dead?
On 76th Street there’s a refrigerated truck full of corpses. A nurse commits suicide. Another sacrifices his life. Does any of it matter?
What deal with what devil has been made? What’s the stock price of my friend’s life? Why is science reduced to a tri-fold brochure of happy faces and blue skies?
In New York, 400,000 people infected. 30,000 dead. We’re flying our flags at half-mast.
Our national leaders are taking a different tack. They’re under pressure. The elite need food. The elite need their lawns mowed. God Dow is angry. They panic. They see bankruptcy looming.
But that’s their bubble. They’ve been on Bankruptcy Railroad for ages. Soul bankruptcy. They’re building rocket ships to get out of here.
Leave the dead behind. Dig mass graves and plow the trench over with corn feed for the meat industry. There are no dead if you say there’s no dead. The first lie wins.
Christopher lives and works in New York City www.christophermchale.com
