Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Obligatory Covid 19 Poem


Listen.  The directionless

monoxide retch

of engines – quarrelling

in sick arteries

has quieted.


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 as animals sound

from traffic islands,

twitchels and premium

wasteland – unsure

of the silence but testing –

brush tails quivering

at the opportunity

to reclaim their stolen



Listen. You can hear

the buildings breathing.


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This entry was posted on October 14, 2020 by in Will Vigar.
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