Poetry, thoughtsStrange Rituals June 30, 2020 Bradley Ward Strange rituals The beaked mask Is donned no longer In its stead Plexiglass and cloth The same wall Between sick and well Will the hazmat suit Instill the same terror Centuries later As the plague doctors of old? Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...