Today, I saw a tab end on the footpath,
A thing I felt I hadn’t seen for years,
A filter tip, which filtered out nostalgia,
And left it here condensed among the fears
Of people scared of dying from infection
Caught by walking in the open air.
Today, I saw a strange kind of protection,
A bloody minded, two fingered salute,
To hysteria and economic ruin,
And other crazy health fads, to boot.
Today, I saw a fag end on the footpath,
Not the fag end of my hope, but a rejection
Of the notion that we live so we don’t die,
A reminder of our fleshly resurrection
And other life affirming ideas.