Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)



Listen.  The directionless

monoxide retch

of engines – quarrelling

in sick arteries

has quieted.


Listen as animals call

from traffic islands,

twitchels and premium

wasteland – unsure

of the silence but testing –

brush tails quivering

at the opportunity

to reclaim their stolen



Listen as the air thins

and echoes sound in

the urban uncertain –

leaves rattling,

soundtracking the street

with the louche cadence

of a diffident guiro.


Listen. You can hear

the buildings breathing.


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This entry was posted on April 6, 2020 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .
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