when the masks come off
When the masks come off
When the masks come off, what will we see,
A spitting rage or smile of empathy?
Who will we be, will our eyes at last see free
Or will we blindly stumble, lead by lies on our tv
Away from our best to a broken rumble, a grumble
At how things are, compared with how they used to be.
Hands scrubbed clean, Face, rarely fully seen,
Space demanded, in case of infection, deflection
Of broken promises, banning risk free intimacy.
When we’ve walked the aisles and pavement streets,
Will we find the one way forward… with community?
Or withdraw to individual fear and emnity?
When we clear our throats and start to breathe
Our lungs set clear without the need
For ventilator, inhaler, the failure
Of all our measures which made us cough
Our past lives off and wheeze in fear.
Will we shed a tear for those now gone?
Or breathe a sigh of relief, and abandon
The straps of constraint and pledge to live
Life full on, to cling on more tightly.
Our nails bitten down to the quick,
Candles burnt, leaving only charred wick,
Society’s sick and bridges burned, but turn
Back to hope and start loving, not fighting.
After Brexit, Brexit tears and broken Remoaner,
Now we’re all breathing bitter taste of Corona.
Our fears, mistrust and deep anxiety,
Well stoked, will keep on igniting,
Turning green shoots to dust and exciting
Hope to ashen marks of penance.
But the roots
And stump can grow again, with nurtured care.
We must rebuild the connection, our natural selection
Will lift those who share, who carry the loads of others
And show in every smile, every loving eye that we are
All together, can always spare a hug, a handshake, some time…
Whether or not we have seen eye to eye in these debates
Our fates are tethered and we must move away from hate.
In fact we will only radiate, only fully shine
By many tiny candles lit together, cupped in palm
We can relight the world, reduce the harm;
Not to our bodies, to the inner light which shines,
Not in our bones, but in our minds.