THE STATE OF PLAY Poem by Alexis de Roode

With T. things are now improving.
Glass objects are still shattering
in her eyes, but she is getting out of bed again.
B. can't be reached on weekdays for the time being.
K. is allowed to see his children now: one at a time.
I. has finally done it.
P. is dead. L. too.
As for me - it's not about me right now.
And society - they say there's a crisis.
What a pity people never notice all those things that are doing well.
A lot of them are still trying to have children.
Granny Z. left the drunken party at one a.m.,
and cycled home, at the age of ninety.
Many free-minded people prepared fresh food today.
Behind millions of windows there is a warm bed with someone in it.
The barren fig plant has grown seven new leaves.