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: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...