I have the measure of my man.


He squats, half-comic, underground,

Cross-legged in protective gown,

With all his hatches battened down.

Inside his bunker with a phone,

The disinfectant sloshing round,

He must believe he is alone.

He thinks he is immune;

He thinks I’ll go away.

The truth will dawn quite soon;

He will not last the day.

He cannot see me; no one can.


I have the measure of my man.

◄ Wonder Boy

Heroes ►


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Stephen Gospage

Tue 1st Dec 2020 16:49

Thanks, Paul, and to Stephen and J.D. for the likes. I remember a ballet I saw many years ago in Copenhagen, where, confronted by a plague, the master of the house ends up wrapping himself in plastic and standing under a shower of disinfectant. Not exactly Swan Lake, but memorable.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 30th Nov 2020 17:58

Great take on the invisible killer Stephen.

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