Did we learn?
Did we listen to the deep rumblings
In the ground beneath our clay feet?
Or are we unteachable, even
By the old year passing?
They say that hindsight
Is always twenty-twenty, but
What if they were wrong?
What if, when eventually unlocked
We carry on regardless, as if
The plastic pot we feed from will
Always cost nothing, as if
That last Advent candle
Will burn on forever?
Can collective stupidity of this kind
Have any hope of vaccination?
It is as if the only infestation
That matters on this planet is human
Perhaps the pandemic is not sickness after all
It is a cure