CALM, COUGH AND CARE






                                                 CALM, COUGH AND CARE


By David Erdos
April  9th 2020

People call and ask, ‘How’d you feel?’
But is it actually the health of the head
They refer to; the corrosive spirit that acids
And alkalines too, the blurred brain?

The health of the face sisters this
Even as it sources contagion,
And yet the mind as it splinters,
Cut from full use, takes the pain.

I was starting to worry, somewhat
What with this daily reliance on poems,
On these word grenades that contain me,
These small flower casks that I throw

Across the uneven air,
Hoping that some will breathe with me,
While each cough brings me closer
To a corrupted day, darkness glows. 

Perhaps it is a signal, of sorts,
As we try to define the occasion
Behind what invites us to participate
                 
                                           soon
In the end

Of what we once thought of as our right
But which has now truly left us.
Those who cough alone can’t last longest.
Those who cough alone can’t kiss friends.

I have had a headcold for days
But now I cough as I type this.
Is there a line in my larynx that will write me
Into the daily public tome of the ill?

My temperature is becalmed
But still, imagination trumps fiction.
As with that word’s unfortunate reference,
Has former reason sought to betray
All good will? There are those who don’t care,
But to those who do. My head loves you.
For those who don’t, we’ll spit at you,

When this is contained.

Feel that outbreak of rage,
Fear that spill.



David Erdos  April  9th 2020





For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 



David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.



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