No Normal

He gets onto a plane and flies effortlessly
from one part of the world to another
wanders dislocated through
wet meat markets waiting
for his soul to catch-up
before returning to the hotel

where he develops a cough and dies
three weeks later in a field hospital
in a foreign land
surrounded by strangers wearing masks. 

This happens more often than you can imagine
from your living room eating
Pringles churning through memes
counting down the days.

There are fashion manufactories making
shiny black body bags
and other personal protective
equipments, and car manufacturers
making ventilators for New York

I love you but your empty streets
your crematoriums operating afterhours
the only smoke now seen from space
from Nasa Satellites,

and the animals have spoken
and in the ensuing silence
finally we are listening
with our fridges full, and the poor of the world
walking entire deserts
on their hands and knees
to counter lockdowns  

And in Britain this summer all the rage
is (finally) brexit
is (finally) the mexican wall
is finally an apocalypse worth staying at home for
to Netflix. And chill