warm sunshinebringing the sparrows out to sing
Virgin roadworkers
© Rachel Green 2020
"This time next week,
the dead will outnumber the living,"
I'm re-watching a seventies series
as Covid-19 rages through England,
the strangely prophetic Survivors.
When civilisation fails
I know I'll fall with it;
too old; too slow,
and who would need an artist
when survival is at stake?
"Don't you feel sad to know
you'll never read a book
that isn't already written?"
Leave me be.
Can you make a candle from scratch?
or mine the earth for iron?
I'm already dead,
just still on my feet.
© Rachel Green 2020
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