Covid Again

 

That grim grey Covid door slammed shut again,

Prisoners of our civilization locked into emptiness, confined

Trapped where human words cannot be welcomed in,

Where light, laughter, fun and company

Are curses of another kind.

To live alone or die in merry company.

We stand upon the shore of our own making

The sea sucking our very foundations as the tide turns,

Until the towers of commerce fall

Tumbling like weeds blown into empty streets

That we once called cities.

 

I would rather one hug, one dose of charity

One touch of kindness, than all the monies in the world,

People put into prison that which they most fear,

And should something as inevitable as death

Be oh so terrifying?

 

Caroline Baldock©2020