I’m undergoing detention in the
cell I used to call my home – and
yet without a warder to be seen. It
feels as if my very world has been
careened to satisfy the angst that
hovers like a cloud about the NHS
now running low on shrouds, and
how, those scarcities have soured.
So don’t put a foot into the street
the Germ Cops warn. It might be
much better you weren’t born, as
bugs can get you in the outdoor air.
(Like poking out a sneaky tongue.)
Oh Dear, excessive fines might even
blow the wallet – let alone the mind.
Do I hear the Sandman calling out to
me again? ‘Don’t fret in vain ‘, HIs
voice now reassuringly proclaims.
The worst caught out and locked
away in bygone days, are hailed now
as heroes by the wider literary world.