Poetry
2020 We rang our bells like lepers "Unclean! Unclean!" Drifting along half empty streets Faces hidden by surgical masks Furtively glancing at those who passed Going nowhere. Going home. We switched on television sets "Stay Home! Save Lives!" Wondering if we might die soon Fears hidden by masks of ribaldry or Desperately joining quizzes on "Zoom". Saving Lives, Staying Home. We booked our vaccinations "Hands! Face! Space!" Believing we might at last be saved - Rescued by boffins in white lab coats Cleverly developing antidotes Shaking test tubes, Shaking hands. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/Pv4Kynb