Here's a poem or perhaps a rap!
THE COVID CONSPIRACY?
Re-planning things, unpacking things
Unbooking things, pre-checking things
And ticking things and making lists
And tracking things and only ever being kissed
In messages with crosses and emojis.
And never talking anything unless it's Covid this or Covid that
Impacting things, infecting things and spreading things
So everybody's dreading things
And no one's really said the thing that some of us are surely thinking
Is this the quiet voice of earth informing us that all of this
Is not infecting but ejecting us and quitting us
And telling us to go and hurt another planet
Or just go...
And here's the bottom line...
We don't know.
WHEN SOMEONE DIES
When someone dies
Particularly the closest person in your life
You analyse and analyse.
You intimately know each day
It's all you have to guide the way.
That, and the look in people's eyes.
And everything becomes a symbol
This means that and this means this
And you tap into a vein of pain
Just to quit the vein and feel the bliss.
So when this branch fell from my tree
And clung tightly to the wire below
I figured that was me.
A new me. A me I didn't know.
And so she hangs - a stick woman -
Just hangs there every day.
I look for her each morning.
She never goes away.
She dances in the sunshine
She sways in every breeze
She flails in restless winds and rain
The wire is her trapeze.
And sometime not too far away
She'll fall or float down from the skies
And I will cry or laugh or both
And further analyse.
And then I guess I'll understand
The moving on when someone dies.