Dissolution

We are all

Dissolving 

And someone 

(Lots of someones

In point of fact)

Ain’t liking

It one damn

Bit.

So we storm

The State 

Capital in midst 

Of this great

Pandemic

Acting all immortal

Six guns on our hips

As our psyches

And our bodies

In spite of strident

Protests and fire
on our lips
Float slowly sure

Towards bottom 

Of that fearful

Resisted solution.