Oils on 40 x 50 cm stretched canvas (web store).
There is no safe space.
There will be no saving grace.
Wipe the slogan off your face.
The world has viruses in nests.
While one attacks, another rests.
We are evolving plated breasts.
But you have been a sanctuary friend.
Let me tell the story to the end.
Sung over the bones watching them mend.