LOCKDOWN 2
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the bad old days, but over again,
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it had to happen, but always to you,
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the retrograde mission, but not to Mars,
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déjà vu, but the French went first,
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it could have been prevented, but not,
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worst foot forward, never best thought.
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a falling milk glass, but before the tears,
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running away, but after worst fears,
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an explosion at work, but this time from home,
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a failure of nerve, but one that went halfway,
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never enough, but about too far,
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over too soon, but longer than the year.
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transparently stupid, but never noticeably clear,
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a rhyme that won’t click, but it must somehow,
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arms around the weak, but they are on their own,
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keep the wolves from the door, but not the care home,
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we are all in this together, but some of us have cars,
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it is almost over, but the box set’s higher than the moon.
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a nightmare on Downing Street, but closer still,
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a necessary evil, but not everyone seems essential,
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a sharp end of the wedge, but a broken pencil,
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a mask to save lives, but the lives are losing,
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a moral duty, but the amoral exact the cost,
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a time that is slowly revolting, but it is rotten too.
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I think I am going edgy, but there’s no room left,
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the world’s gone off its axis, but also bereft,
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the herd driven by the blind, but we’re clear-eyed,
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a vehicle roaring off a cliff, but we are inside,
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a bad past mistake in history, but it is about now,
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I wish I’d left instead, but it’s past way too late to go.
November 2, 2020
by T Swift
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