is this how it goes?
no bang, just whimpering
just another cold or flu?
or apocalyptic angel of death
our lives like autumn leaves
blown away in winter storms
of all ever born
all will ever die
nothing ever happens
far less weight
than ripe orange falling to earth
all is futile
when most of us are gone
who will be left
to read these haiku?
caught from friend or stranger?
is life soon ending?
either way: no matter
lying down quietly
listening to Gregorian monks
Ginger* is happy!
* Ginger is our adopted stray labrador-spaniel-ish ginger-coloured dog
birds chirping raucously
whose song will emerge victorious?
like beads of water from last night’s rain
hanging from outstretched drying rack arms in cold morning shadow
soon we’ll evaporate in late morning sun
Though limiting my reading about world affairs these days, every once in a while I select a few articles and plow in. This morning I read some about vaccine after-effects world wide now there is almost a year’s worth of data. Of course there are many disagreements as with everything these days but the sources I feel more comfortable trusting – mainly epidemiological specialists and clinical doctors – are painting a disturbing picture indicating that the spike proteins generated in the body after receiving the mRNA gene-editing shots (they are not, strictly speaking, ‘vaccines’) are pathogens engendering chronic micro-clotting which ends up causing various forms of thrombosis, most of which over time may shorten the lifespans of those so injected. Given the vested interests clearly blocking widespread dissemination of the results of any such research we will probably never know the full story. What is known in the UK, for example, is that the overall death rate this year is significantly higher than last year and higher than the general trend over many years especially so with young people who are not susceptible to covid but many of whom have now been injected. Needless to say, if this is more or less the case, it’s a world wide catastrophe on a scale few of us have the ability to imagine let alone face collectively.
So in contemplating these articles I gently slipped into a ‘what if the world is ending’ mood and wrote the above series of haikus one after the other in a matter of minutes.
As with nearly everything on this blog they are artistic offerings not prosaic calls to outrage or activism. The pandemic or possible apocalypse – like everything else including our very lives – is both real and fictive, part of a living dream. Things can be felt deeply (or not) but ultimately we are all passing shadows, flowing rivers here today and gone tomorrow. We can mourn our passing whilst also celebrating our brief time alive. This series went through a little progression along those lines though they were written out spontaneously one after another with no particular agenda or goal in mind – just mood-painting perhaps.