COVID POEM #1;

THE WEEK THAT WASN'T

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It was the Week that didn't happen.

Most days I hardly woke up,

the City was in Lockdown anyway/ the

Borders closed/ I had hoped

that at least the streets

would be empty for a change/ but

they were full of Police

and Soldiers manned the Checkpoints.

So I opted for Hibernation

& avoiding Responsibility by text.

Spent the day smoking

& drinking cups of tea instead

while I watched a patch of Sun crawl slowly

across the kitchen floor.

Eventually my partner returned

bearing the fruits of her

Hunter-Gathering

and reports of the Outer World;

Now we all wear a Mask

She said.

We always did,

I told her,

it's just that nobody noticed.

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The Reverend Hellfire..

He's always there if you really need him.

You know.. like Batman

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