Elegy For My Uncle Whom Coronavirus Stole

As I cleaned up what was left behind

after the virus took him

(Not the first virus, the

one he never got despite being

Gay in New York in the Eighties and

Losing at least one Lover)

…

The cough drops, the Gatorade,

a lone thermometer,

too many paper towels into which

he coughed, (Did he cry?)