Alone with the Virus
I went to the market today,
I bought some Haddock.
Under the present circumstances it seemed like the best thing to do,
There’s nothing in the shops,
Not even toilet paper
It looks like things are going down the pan very rapidly
What a thin veneer
Civilisation is so fragile
No thicker than a sheet of tissue paper, so gossamer.
I poached it in a bit of milk, the Haddock,
Like my mum used to
Then I ate it with bread and butter and a cup of tea.
That’s about all I have now
Tea and a spot of milk
To last me until, well how long does it have to last?
By the time I get to the shop,
Can’t go till next week,
The fools will have swooped again and stolen it all
How they’ll gloat
Brag about their hoard
Their stash of supplies locked away in their cupboard.
My cupboard is bare
Thank god I don’t have a dog
My old mother would have had something to say I can tell you!
Don’t come telling me about the Blitz
She would have said,
This is nothing like it you’re just soft and weak of character
She was funny my mum
Full of fury but fuller of love
She would have enjoyed that bit of Haddock
I think I’ll go to the market again,
Next week, if they’re still open
If I’m still able and not struck down and waiting
For someone to notice I’m not about and come looking for me
I wish I’d bought another bit of Haddock.