ON THE SECOND EASTER OF COVID
by Tom Leonard
Miriam’s vines died on Good Friday
As the toffs celebrated at the Easter Ball
In maskless disarray,
And the Covid patients lined the hospital floors
As far away as Monterey.
Miriam died alone on Good Friday,
Her crucifix clasped to her breast,
East of Eden in Salinas,
The toil had taken her zest.
Miriam rose again that Sunday
On a golden planet in Orion,
Surrounded again by her children,
And the Covid humans who’d travelled to the stars.
They built a new civilisation
on that planet, and nothing was ever quite the same,
