Paul Butters Poems

“Where am I? ”

Have I been transferred to hospital during the night?
I raise my head. Before me is a seemingly endless row of cubicles, each containing a bed upon which some person lies. Each person wearing a helmet and wired and piped into the back wall.
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The moment I Die,
Our World will end.
There will
For me
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They say this Covid Plague came from bats.
I picture a great black cave
Filled with bats
Crammed into the crannies -
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Above our Earth so high
The Hubble telescope now hangs
Beyond our vault-like sky:
An all embracing eye;
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With swirling serves and
Arcing,
Lashing loops,
The Table Tennis King
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Angela sits pretending to read some magazines,
In the dentist's waiting room.

"No way will I have gas! " she'd said.
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Most people you will see just once,
Along the murky corridors of Time.
That crowded high street,
A swarm of strangers whizzing round.
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The hanging taper dances like a girl
To soft melodic fast and vibrant music;
Trembles with bobbing head
And billows breeze-kissed arches
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These balls of fluff, so small and light,
They make a sweet and delicate sight.

With tiny beaks and dewdropp eyes,
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I don't mean to blaspheme,
So please don't scream.
But if God supports marriage
Then why is He single?
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