Poem: Panic – 16/03/20

Panic mode, the shelves stripped bare, triumphant shoppers walk with their prized packets of eighteen toilet paper rolls, the luxurious purple Quilton brand.   We have already rushed from your home, with few moments to spare, the opening time has already occurred, there are barely any essential products there.   Hastily, you grab the items [...]

Poem: Holding Charge – 05/03/20

Will I hold charge? I wonder.  Will electricity pass through me and back out to them? I contemplate how my mind will handle the surging volts, Will it crumble or will it take the brunt?   Perhaps they do not know precisely what they are doing, How to discover whether the procedure is a success? [...]