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.