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Model Village by Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth | Mar 15th, 2020 | poetry | 1 Comment

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Check out Eyam’s story – type it in,
the global village sharing rank;
a plague on all our houses, homes,
our wellbeing no better dressed.
Our greeting now olecranon,
a process of hail fellow joint,
though also place to catch the cough –
as well our armoury two faced.

Repeat the happy birthday song,
as alcohol breaks covid’s skin;
the viral spread some fakery,
no longer urban myth on-line.
Graced are the stadia, with airs,
the current flow, with streams to breathe,
except the team in quarantine,
so pub is free to percolate.

Plane ailerons lie, taking rest,
and ferries salute Charon’s route,
while more than Styx and stones are thrown
to trip the steps, fantastic light.
Isolated become the norm
both SMEs and table tops,
the metric measure for our feet,
separate soles keep us on toes.

The masks a front pretending safe,
deceiving us with covered nose,
while empty supermarket shelves
leads panic to protect our stocks.
This checkpoint for our boundaries,
strict curfew on shared risks in life
shows testing times reveal true state,
community risks friends or fate?

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1 thought on “Model Village by Stephen Kingsnorth”

  1. Really got into this. The last few lines had me exclaiming in appreciation. Beauty amidst the ruination. Cheers Stephen.

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