Still living

fallout met

by masses,

without guns

no bullets

just mute

disease,

creeps fast

striding shrill

in media

mantra, fear-

I could sense

in spun words

on print page

sold for pence

ignorance

pushed quick,

cutting harsh

and bleeding,

blood pounding

though veins of

arms, afraid,

survival

met impulse

like long fight,

falling solace

measured out,

scarcely left

to count,

leaving faces

rest and pause,

the frail turn

blank smiles,

whole cities

sing chorus,

in lockdown

the spirt dwells

in droves like

mass candles

though the dark,

Let them burn.

Let them burn.

Let them burn.