Poetry

Wednesday, 11 November 2020

Quarantine

 You better get ready to quarantine

If you wanna

See your family today


Let me tell you friend

That is has an end

But you've got to get ready today


We are living inside this bubble

Within the heart of the tube

And it is a little trouble

When you start seeing double

Through the hubble space telescope cube


I've seen these four walls

For longer than St Paul's

Has experienced his road to Damascus

But well I'm in isolation

With some fascination

At what these four walls mean to us


I've seen them again and I consider them friends

they are made of such visceral stuff

That one may go wrong on the road to Babylon

As if you hadn't suffered enough


And old Armagheddon was the end of the world

But perhaps it was only the end of the beginning

Because where we are hurled, whether a boy or a girl

Is into a whole new world that's worth winning


So take flight todary, spread your wings fly away

To Rome or the new Jerusalem

For unless you're a crusade, you should be well made

For the life into which you are winging


There will be shocks a coming

Andd rocks will be flunging

And flood waters will surely rise

But if you hold the the course true, and steer with the corkscrew

Then in the end you will open your eyes

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