Pearls of Wisdom in Times of Crisis by Susan Jarvis Bryant Pearl clutchers of the world, please take a breath: take time to breathe the balm of calm’s bouquet; let rasping gasps of anguish slip away--- not everything you hear is life or death. Pearl clutchers of the world, please simmer down: kick back, relax and don’t get overwrought; the gloom of doomsday thought will leave you fraught--- let reason lift the furrows of your frown. Pearl clutchers of the world, shun all ado: put back that multi pack of toilet rolls; a pristine derrière will not save souls--- wipe rage with pages from The Tao of Pooh. Please know that if you yank your chain and whine, you’ll cast your pearls and self before the swine. Reports from the U.K. Lockdown by Damian Robin The British streets are vacant, empty— Not so the rubbish bins Piled outwards to eternity, A multitude of sins— A medic’s half-used, skin-tight gloves Outside a place of care— The carelessness of harassed loves— I saw her poke them there— Scrunched tissues, wipes, the bug survives, Precariously binned, The future fallout of our lives Blowin’ in the Wind. . . . . . You need your ears as hooks, to hold a mask in place. It covers nose and mouth, so hiding half your face. Though hats and clothes can screen off goosebumps, pores, and hair, Your upfront eyes and skin are touched by open air— (Unless you’re wearing goggles or a hooded visor)— Yet, with such kit, how safe you are, no-one’s the wiser. . . . . . The supermarket shelves stretch bleak— Too many panic buy. New customers play hide and seek, So many goods are shy.