Slotted low between the flats 
just outside of your sight 
fast-forwarding a few days
and you could hear people
still not staying safe with epic chats
who clearly ain’t living together, 

You can hear the radio saying
out of your neighbour cleaning his car
Manchester is expected 
to follow Liverpool next
By refusing to send their children 
Back to School on 1st June,

Then your mate rings up
To say Germany have announced
They are going to resume football
Behind closed doors
But with no sign of British football
Starting up again,

and also have I heard about 
the protests in Berlin and Stuggart
Against the lockdown measures
And the rumoured ones
About to start 
In the centre of Manchester,

Flickering your attention
In-between emails from work
Talking about systems you can’t access yet
Almost like you are in a film
From a different country
Minus the subtitles, 

Wrapping emotions 
Barely free from your laptop screen
As you hear your neighbour rowing
With somebody who lives off the other side
Of your block
Over the volume of his music 

Holding life like driftwood 
on the edge of a huge fire
with every bit of tension you hear
flinging my shivers into terror
worrying just how much more
can we all take before
everything completely collapses.