Towrope Tensions Poem by Mark Heathcote

Relationships will be severely-tested
As everything gets disinfected
It's only in its infancy,
And everyone is shouting conspiracy!
And eerily parents don't talk openly, anymore
Their children listening at the door
Towrope tensions they're-mounting
Something's-got to give or break
I hear the clock, the seconds counting
And just like Faux leather, it's a mistake
To keep schtum, and hope the cracks
Don't open, now we're-all-requiring
Synthetic gloves and pandemic masks
And even our hearts and souls - rewiring.
It makes no sense to go on-calculating
While the daily cost is still increasing,
Upward and upward the death toll is rising;
Speak to me darling, why are you crying
Relentlessly, sighing.