Thursday, 19 March 2020
AWAITING THE CORONAVIRUS, a poem by Tom Leonard
AWAITING THE CORONA-VIRUS
by Tom Leonard
Dedicated to Lindsay Oliver
The South Sea cannibal Queequeg awaited death
On the deck of the Pequod;
Righteous death from the big white whale
He'd harpooned in a grievous way;
When death struck, he clung on to the mast
As his ship to the depths descended,
While his young chum Ishmael like an eel
I await the corona-virus in my Bruchton flat
My chest constricted as if the flu of '18 has struck
The church organist now recovering from his bout.
Is it death that I await,
Or eternal solitude?
Maybe the Hereafter is better than
Disastrous planetary life.
But Ishmael must survive
To turn the tide
When the young save humanity
From its dire fate