Day in the life of a Poet (August 2020)

Cotton, Malt and Surrender

-- The last drop of Whisky,
a forgotten afternoon.
--- The white sheets, cold
to the touch. Streets empty,
rumours circulate that we
shall be surrendering soon.
--- The broadsheets, primed
with the backstory.
-- The black vans, distant zones,
loudhailers proclaiming...

We were never going to win.
Love will never win.