Keep your distance – here be dragons
Agues of all kinds blown in from the East
Time to fear door-knobs, be wary of cheek-to-cheek
Kiss nothing, stay
Within the boundaries, do what they say
Soon we won’t know ourselves, bolted
Behind untouchable doors, masked
Like smash-and-grab merchants or terrorists
Or like surgeons
Bent over an open wound, tellers of fortunes
The shelves in every shop are empty
No buses run, traffic lights blink at nothing
No letters come, no bills, no bitchy world intrudes
We hold all government in our hands
This is what no one quite understands.
