Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#44

Now that the vulnerable are encased
In conservatories or kitchen cupboards
The circle on the green, the football pitch,
Divided by a garden fence, grows
Until we hum a consensus that
Manslaughter is fine as long as there's
No push of the knife
As long as we don't know we've done it

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