‘Who were you to decide that our innings was over?’ Michael Rosen’s Covid inquiry poem
The poet and broadcaster, who spent 48 days in intensive care after contracting coronavirus, reflects on the ‘chilling’ evidence from the Covid inquiry, and pens a poem in response
I keep imagining a scene: it’s 2020. Patrick Vallance sits jotting down his memories of the day. The phrases that he heard earlier, surface in his mind. Boris Johnson, he remembers, talked of “letting it all rip”. There was talk of “casualties”. I pause: is that what these folk call dead invalids? Casualties? And then as regards these casualties, Vallance reports Johnson saying “so be it”. It’s a fatalistic shrug. How extraordinary that at the height of a national life and death struggle, we had a prime minister whose go-to philosophy was que será, será.
Then Johnson switched tack. These casualties, he said, “have had a good innings”. I read that as him thinking that these people had notched up a good score, so no need to panic or fret. The playing field has often been a fertile resource for those looking for imagery to explain life. Here, Johnson recruited cricket to serve in the task of neutralising pain and desolation. In which case, wasn’t he telling his colleagues that there was no cause for mourning the departure of old people? Just clap them off the pitch. Play up, play the game.
Out of bedrooms and wards
long lines of the dead walk towards you
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