I’m googling “New Covid deaths UK”
To try to see if there’s a second spike
Sometimes it’s high, and sometimes, like today,
It seems quite low. And yet I do not like
The figures, either way. When they are high
I’m filled with grief. When low, I’m filled with dread.
I cannot help but think that it’s a lie
And we’ll relax, and more will end up dead.
I really wish that I could celebrate
The falling numbers. Fewer people getting
Ill is better, right? But it’s my fate
Regardless of the figures, to keep fretting
Because I simply can’t shake the suspicion
That good news = bad news + omission.
Tom Juniper Poetry 