Contagion

Some suffering does not aspire to the Buddha’s kind When the pound shop closes which is an ominous sign Thanks God the jewellers continue to open their doors Angry unwashed masses are difficult enough to restrain But the bored wealthy masters might spark a revolution If their well-deserved tastes were deprived of some spark Class divide remains the beautiful face of glitzy diversity Yet the danger is looming right behind a deviant facade The great leveller has arrived in waves of moribund joy Corona the crown of infection threatens the status quo Does not discriminate too much about measures of wealth Still when cast in a grave marble shines brighter than wood 17th March 2020