Hair

Hair 

My hair fell out after I was infected

by Covid, fellows,— quarrelsome,  

whence my power had curled out 

roots, out it went as curls dropped. 

Like Samson, strength blossoming 

along with his tresses, my virtu 

rose with the white clouds draped 

round my shoulders,— medium like. 

Miming a dowager full of wisdom, 

Delilah, with a womanly diligence, 

struck Samson's visage by shearing 

locks,— rape of the locks if you will. 

Only now have I learned to rest easy 

at my absence of hair,— of filaments.