The beaches were awash and reeling
with sunburnt flesh, already peeling,
and tempers flared up in the sun
at polite requests to please move on,
oblivious to the growing shadow
of the Covid reaper. Do they not know
the way to measure social distance?
After several months of abstinence,
entitlement had taken the place
of sense and kindness, and they raced,
with unmasked, bare-faced cheek,
like lemmings for a break mid-week.
Come sundown, the multitude disbanded,
leaving beaches empty-handed,
their fast-food wrappings and plastic bags
bobbing among the waves like sea-hags,
while seagulls litter-picked half-eaten snacks
between natural piles of shells and sea wrack.
Kim M. Russell, 28th June 2020
A poem for earthweal open link weekend #26