What can a poet do to make any difference in a pandemic?

Two days left to get four of my kindle books free – including Finite to Fail: Poems After Dickinson
Here is a sample from Finite to Fail:

“Emily’s Ghost Machine”

i am nobody
so you can misread
letters randomed as words
fall of musty dictionary

i am no one
or two or trinity
zeroed before decimal point
or after all where minimal

i am not this or that
nor noun nor name
so easily returned
without comment

i am not placed
in certainty or
misplaced in doubt
but lost between

i have nothing new
but what is borrowed
stolen worn
as rags motley fooled

i envy you who
fall out these cracks
into bright light
for i have shadows

for i am shadows
this in contrast
left to beg for space
where not allowed

i am no one
to sing of nothing
but make these mumbles
assonant to life

i am nobody
to ask if you
wear my anonymity
as saving grace