For the Staff. Let Tests Give Us Hope
HEAL PARK
The skeletal frame of a Rollercoaster
Onto which fitted wheels, seating
Garish moulded plastic coloured
Inert silence no power from running current
Except for birds in the sky theme park
Abandoned except for giant tent building
The envelope opened up hand around throat
Sent to every house in town
And from source iron doors
Air conditioning to breathe out
The arms of cranes that whirled
Hardened styrofoam two seat carriages
Not again to bring pleasure
Commandeered premises managed
A cure or a shield for those nearest
The race to defeat infected endangered
And from source number letter code
Brings compliance of superstitious hold
Whatever mouths created in theme park
From perspective of trolley bound
Does it look attractions screaming?
Their job so gallows must
Driven to laboratory where tent built
Then frontline but do they pass travelling
Past Rollercoaster grounded?
Out into conquered motorway?
And from source block from Earth
Gauntlet slapped to challenge others here
The dust blown looks dancing
If considering generators are the music.
Martin Elder
Sun 29th Mar 2020 20:54
This piece has a beautiful resonance and rhythm to it. A wonderfully written piece of poetry
Nice one