Sweet Old Grandma Murder Machine

the days
blur into
one big night
as i lay here
gasping for breath

i miss my lover’s arms
as he fights the virus
in a different city
too far away
from my own

are you falling asleep again, amor?

i see them come at me
in my dreams
the sweet old grandma’s
who turn into walking
murder machines
with their arms reaching out
for love

their dementia
is what kills us now
and they don’t even know it
as they walk out with covid-19
on their breath
unable to understand
the looks of terror
in their nurse’s eyes

please go back to your room
my love
i say with my arms stretched out

i try to hide the panic
in my voice

please go back to your room
my love
you are ill

she doesn’t hear
and keeps coming closer
the non medical mask
won’t hold
i know this
i live this every shift
wanting to comfort her
but trying to keep safe
myself

please mrs A
go back to your room

i can’t hear you dear
your speech is muffled
i just want to know
where my favourite
nightdress went

her nose is running
her skin looks parched
the cough she carries
is a wilder beast
covid 19
spreading through the corridors
like wildfire

one dead
two dead
three dead
four five six
seven eight

the days
blur into
one big night
as i lay here
gasping for breath