Hidden inside a cubicle
Smell of death gives her away
Phone ringing in an empty room
Then that haunting voice-mail game
Just another casualty
In a world that doesn’t care
Not enough to find her missing
With other bodies everywhere
It’s all gone so automated
No common areas to share
We’ve just returned from a lost weekend
And didn’t know she was still there
These things can be expected
Since the year of the vaccine
More surveillance should be implemented
To clear the post-traumatic scene
Your Grandma died of loneliness
Your children’s hearts gave way
A mobile human sacrifice
Outside the DNC display
We need to take life’s resignation
And remove them from the space
With a little disinfectant
Anyone can be replaced
So always push for more protection
Not just for those that move and breathe
Keep alert before the next lost weekend
Becomes a common anomaly
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