Glastonbury
Once upon a Pandemic
Summer struck
and comes unstuck, manmade's running amok
and masks
and cures and climbing figures
but never no
summit in sight, all hope forsook,
here’s that
very plague upon our houses.
There’s
desert in my veins, but hoped for rains
seem nothing
now but cancelled planes,
grounded plans and to feel your hand in mine
stands not
within the prospect of belief
this
Pandemic steals invisible like filthy thief.
Yet, with sweet boy's shout, Glastonbury,
and she
swims my tears, pours into my head,
rains down
that selfsame salt, it can be fish,
brings bread
enough for five thousand,
it can be
love; and dreams from this far sunset
here sufficient
to rip this mask off my face.
From barren
land, I now can see her clear
and together
we will rise that peak instead,
walking
beyond the living mourning the dead,
to see
soaring sun bringing bright moon's
better
times echo strains of carefree tunes
locked
within her breathing, living stones.
Top Glastonbury, you and me and join hands,
raise us
high in smiles and outshine our stars
crossed
together, we two survey green lands,
quest plains to distant seas and spot Arabia far.
If I am here
only a burden of baggage betrayed,
yours is the
face to storm and blast new ages,
sweep all
this manmade aside, cry Hosanna,
leave Pandemic and bring forth only Panorama.