corona- nation street
BORED BARD 2021
its ravaged skin
slumps stark against
the sterile half open
shop-fronts
of “buy-me-avenue”
on thin cardboard
propped up against
a red telephone box
it shares the street
with the scent of dog
and take away kebab
a wide winged pinched-eyed seagull
pulls apart abandoned happy meal
the toy tossed to one side
left unopened in its plastic bag
the street lights up siren blue
they lean over its fragility
its blue lips still
its eyes transfixed
it had no mask
what of that?
“let the bodies pile high in their thousands”
now who said that?
“ one milligram of epinephrine”
“ stand clear”
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