Thursday, May 14, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 41

Elizabeth Wolf
Elizabeth S. Wolf ’s recent books are the Rattle Chapbook Did You Know? (Rattle, 2019) and When Lawyers Wept (Kelsay, 2019). Elizabeth’s poetry appears in multiple journals & anthologies and has been nominated for several Pushcarts. Her first haibun was a winner in the Third Wednesday 2020 Poetry Contest.

The Cameras Turn Off When the Press Conference Ends

Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning. 
— TS Eliot, The Hollow Men

Between the droplets and the mask
Falls the shadow.

Between the test and the results
Falls the shadow.

Between the truth and the tweet
Between the rabble and the rage
Falls the shadow.

Between the forecast and the lonely
Lonely drowning death;
Between the cold concrete wall and the
Lowing of refrigerated trucks
Falls the shadow.

This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but a bluster.

1 comment:

  1. Bluster. You are correct. Such a shame, I so love the world.