Wednesday 22 April 2020

Covid-19 (No.6)



Take a strand of RNA, tie a knot
And make a wish, count phases of the moon.
Pray nothing pernicious comes this way soon,
Or if it should then it doesn’t draw your lot.
One hundred years after the Somme ended,
Exercise Cygnus played H2N2
On the gaming table: Only, it’s not flu
But coronavirus that’s descended.
It seems predictions were catastrophic,
So, were noted and quietly filed away,
Until came the contagion, came the day
For the accounting of the mounting sick.
Austerity, efficiency, not fate
Has proved “just in time” is far, far too late.

                                                                                                   Dave Alton

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