Seeing things

(No. 5 in the cycle Fados de corona)

by T.P. Wilkinson / March 28th, 2021

In the bright spring space
Chilled by the Atlantic storm
Foresight is not enough
To keep fleeced sheep warm
In the frightened face
Behind those blue and white masks
Fear blinds freedom in digital tasks

On the edge of the Empire
Woke with great intentions
No cross, no Jesus, no rabbits, no eggs
Alas the road of medical interventions
Paved with hell’s fire
Resurrection awaited; that holiest season,
Consecration for the death of reason.

•  See No. 4 here

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, March 28th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.