Crisis Cohort
by grimbeau
Easter Sunday so they say;
a new motherhood knits her brow
they sit apart together
to confirm the obvious concerns abroad;
I love you from a sadly from a distance
to protect the children from the plague.
Are we not all just little boats
thinks a nosey child concealed
out of sight in the shadows
Real eyeballs meet for the first time in ages.
Nothing exciting will she say
fobbing off the nosey questions
with a secret sign
So who on earth was it who eavesdropped us
hidden close by out of view.
There was considerable footage
on the security cams
here a dazzling sunlight plays a part
the mounting brackets will may
play a part yet in determining
the conclusion of this tribulation
a trial which may make use of this account at will…
if this lockdown never ends…