In the midst of chaos,
I try to look at the red flowers
That grow unassumingly
In my unkempt backyard and wonder
If they know
How fucked the world is right now.
I wonder if the kingfisher
That my son and I often spot
From the nursery window
Gives a hoot about
Viruses, wars and religions.
I'm sure my dog is happier
Than he lets on.
He has better things to worry about
Than money or rations or broken backs;
"Is that the neighbour's cat I just smelled?"
"Should I be barking at that dalmatian?"
And the neighbour's cat is definitely
There's always enough milk,
The sun is always shining,
And there are always enough rats
To get by on
Through these days,
Through this life.