Monday afternoon feels like a Sunday,
I scan postcards from the bigger picture,
Recognise panic in minister’s voice,
Confusion rules in his radio speech.
So many roads lead back to fuckedupness,
Energy costs rise like Elon’s rockets,
Vegetable crops rot unpicked in Norfolk,
Benefits cut as food bank queues lengthen,
Covid death toll rises same as last year,
Once more our nerd heads for immunity,
Paranoia verges on lunacy,
Mock Churchill reshuffles yes brigade pack
As he spaffs untold dosh on submarines.
Meanwhile one more Indian Summer ends.
Harry Rogers, In The Yellow Room, 16th September 2021.