I clicked off the TV to stop the constant dread,
  and walked through a cemetery, amongst the dead.
I breathed fresh air deeply, which helped clear my head,
  presumably in the one place where Covid could not spread.

It’s a beautiful piece of real estate to place some old bones,
  with statues and murals carved in fine granite stones.
This graveyard is quiet, except for the occasional digging
  and caskets being lowered on creaky old rigging.

You may find this poem off-color amidst a rampant pandemic,
  with this virus spreading, a virus no longer endemic.
I don’t mean to disparage or taunt the non-living;
  after all, these decedents built this world in which we’re living.

And from the perspective of being both a father and a son,
  I think these souls would be disappointed if we didn’t have SOME fun.
So let’s change the subject to something with more cheer,
  like celebrating moments online with people who are dear.