Poem -
A Sea of Obituaries
I dont believe a word of what that serial killer & liar Boris Johnson has ever said or will ever say ..
A Sea of Obituaries
Fragments of obituaries
Cloud my vision
And since they come in
Waves
It feels a little bit like
Drowning ..
This should never be
Not in 2022 surely ..
It is though darling
And yes,
It will be even when
You eventually open
Your baby blue eyes ..
Look behind
Those death certs honeyΒ
There are bodies
Piled outside capitals
And they are everywhere
London and New York
Are not exceptions ..
Mass graves and fire pits
Are both in vogue
As summer beckons
And welcomes all those
Cautious visitors,
At least those wearing
Gloves and face masks
To the twenty first century
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Comments
Gosh Neville you have left a very eerie breadcrumb for future readers, who seek to understand this unusual time. A poem for the history books of the grim reality of this current realityΒ
and might I applaud you for not being an ostrich, too many are xΒ
I just got a thing about getting sand in my ears, that's all .. sometimes, it makes sense to keep quiet .. I just never seem to learn .. but am very happy you visited & left your thoughts here for me Gwen x