She always said she had A Good War.
Dancing. Courting. Working.
as the Bombs Fell
and her Brother Died
and her Lovers Fought on various Fronts
and Food was Rationed.
it was still a A Good War.
Not, she would say
(gently touching the cover of a Holocaust Memoir)
Not Like This.
He called it The Cave Hospital.
a State-Of-The-Art Hospital in a cave.
Countless Babies delivered there
Wounded, Dying Civilians treated
in a Safe Place.
Until the coordinates were Shared
and the Bombs Started Falling.
A Moral Failure for All (is what he said)
the World does not Care. At All.
We are told this is a Once in a Generation Pandemic:
an Invisible War with Real Consequences.
we are going to Lose Loved Ones
200,000 dead. At Least.
panic buy Loo Roll. Pasta. Rice. Tinned Goods. Hand Sanitiser
remembering Always to Wash Our Hands!
be Kind and Neighbourly
as we Serenade the World from our Balconies
and (most importantly) practice Social Distancing and Self-Isolation
for we are All Lepers now.