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Mask, Sanitiser, Gloves
By: Gerard CURRAN
The Poem
distance
social distance
Namaste, elbow bumps
shelves, eyes, pubs, parks
empty
retired poems back on the frontline
books staying open late
‘You used to cover a fart with a cough
but now…….
News from abroad
sad world leaders
we can cope, we can cope
but people should, people must
people don’t
listen to the robins who sound just the same
and the new-born sun hugs all that she sees
young and naive
tells us to believe
that the thing we can’t see
will leave us one day.
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