Prodding And Probing...

And then my fears flocked,
For it was their kind of place;
Seeing the garb, shocked,
I didn't even make an odd face.

Were I able, I'd have frowned,
Not that it would alter my fate;
We do spread misery round,
For none of us can hold a spate.

I was now heading the queue,
Anytime now I'd be ushered in;
It seemed all that I could do,
Was to focus instead on the din.

I'd breathe deep, slowly let go,
Feel the space, imbibe all around;
It was little, what I did know,
Maybe there was hope to be found?

Not far away were names read,
Soles pushed up against the floor,
With instructions, one lady led,
Another in through a creaky door.

Then a cough hacked someone,
I shuddered, should I still inhale?
A painful wail did at once stun,
From what is it that he did so ail?

I grew fidgety as I did wait,
Were they trying to get me sick?
Selling us packages on rebate,
Did they merely let pathogens pick?