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In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why

	What matters most seems to be toilet paper

Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum

Three ply of course because thin is not for survival of the fittest

Metaphors for when crap is hitting the fan swirling those loo roles

But ingenious craft with innermost carton keeps kids quite busy

For they can build castles in the air on isolation scissors and crayon

Biblical towers reach glass ceilings while the reaper levels the field

	Loving constructions harvested from the apocalypse

For the post-modern adult Lego can be deconstructed ad infinitum

While God finally died as Nietzsche laughs in cahoots with void’s doom

Some create a pleasure dome of hedonistic proportion for a while

Before they get bored of sensual joy and run out of novel positions

‘Read the word of the saviour’ but all that begetting and cohabitation

Is a bit short of pictures illustrating what should be Kamasutra in heaven

	And yet Sigmund Freud won’t fall asleep on the couch

Hope dies last they say and native Hopi Americans know about isolation

In camps and reservoirs where they dabble with glass marbles and booze

Bestowed on them by domination and left on the margins of evil greed


‘Take a breath of the new dawn and make it part of you’ they whispered

So the Empire strikes back and breathes retribution and respiratory reprisal

When the last tree has been felled we will realize that we cannot eat money

	Will the stock market recover and what about Amazon gold

Karl Marx planned this crisis for the proletariat of all nations to unite under

A banner of justice and egalitarian ploughshares and indiscriminate contagion

‘Who will wipe my tears and my behind in ripe age when pawns will be rare’

When borders are closed and Asian nurses are sent home for fear of the bug

Bespoken spokes will be turning yet we cannot square circles nor wheelchairs

As spittle and dribble oozes from mouths and surrender hits home and beyond

	It is time for indigenous communities not to outsource good care

Epic clocks are ticking not unlike prophet Salvador Dali’s surreal depiction of time

Munch’s scream is pervasive and the new Guernica stems from spluttering snot

Love means not looking away when the old lady next door needs some shopping

Unconditional bread and some holy water delivered with kindness' compassion

Care and share as you wish to receive when reckless individuality makes lonely

In a realm of desperation gifts are not alms but reminders of neglected humanity

	So one must chose between brutal self-righteousness and ethical virtues

To see sense in seemingly senseless and make meaning when emotions prevail

Knowledge with action is not a communist myth but also a call for pure reason

Sartre rightly pointed out that existence comes before essence and sandalwood

Squirts from Buddhas’ nostril like a scent of one fig tree and fruit for the meek

While morgues and hell fire overflow and the Ganges waits for vultures to pick

	Touch your fellow’s heart even when hands are gloved in despair


25th March 2020
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