Supposition (Poetry)

I don’t know what’s wrong
I know what I fear
the rumours are rife
it might happen here

It might happen here
and it might happen fast
or perhaps happen slow
maybe it won’t last

Maybe it won’t last —
just a flash in the pan
and the wrong be put right
in the best way it can

In the best way it can
although not to the good
winds of change blowing cold
they unsettle the wood

They unsettle the wood
so an ache haunts the trees
and a whisper goes round
like contagious disease

Like contagious disease
with no name on its tongue
we should sound the alarm
but I don’t know what’s wrong