In Vingt-et-un the virus deals our fate: The twists to come we watchfully await. The new year breaks and feels already oldAs we mark time on ever-shifting ground:The days and weeks in tedium unfold,Our lives worn flat by this eventless round.And always in the gloom the fatuous cryFor clarity, to know what can’t be known While cocksure hindsight sees through half-closed eyeWhere shades of human failings might be shown.But then, against the dark, pinpricks of lightWhose welcome number doubles and redoubles,Give us the chance to take our turn and fight,By baring arms against a sea of troubles. The best of a varied and excellent bunch are printed below and earn their authors £20 apiece. Honourable mentions go to Joe Crocker, Josephine Boyle, Nicholas Whitehead, Frank McDonald, David Shields and Nicholas Hodgson.
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