Do you want this clever-cryptic or do you wish for it plain ?
Clear and direct with no deference to ‘givens.’
Or shall I go with the flow , shall I go with the grain
with a ‘given’, a ‘posttruth’, ‘new normal’, no pain?
The silence is deafening , the silenced are voiceless.
Death at first light fast-tracked and streamlined,
ringfenced and benchmarked, both grounded and mindful
commodity, convenience, “because I’m worth it.”
“No… it does not get any better than this”.
The price of all and the value of nothing.
Not sung by our minstrels for that would not pay
Tiptoed around as toxic to air time
unuttered between lines of what’s still fit to print.
Shrill passion in all save defence of the voiceless.
“The vulnerable in our society” rings hollow to echo.
Human rights selective don’t apply before birth.
Tailend proviso “terms & conditions apply…”.
Spoken fast, deft and breathless , as with all ‘ifs’ & ‘buts’
And in the same hustler’s breath yet more talk of ‘vision.’
In the eyes of our brightest the truth ever dying
The mirror inviting and swallowing Narcissus
Breeze warning yellow, rain alert blue
A thousand tv channels, infinite choice.
No rats or cockroaches were harmed in filming this:
the ‘Nature’ series with 10 million viewers.
Our policy is green: we recycle our celluloid
reborn as ‘Survival’, ‘Love Island’, ‘Celebrity Chef’ .
Absurd myth of black Limbo for stillborn and unchristened.
Black sites for torture that appear on no map
By these too shall you know them, the invisible ones.
Sensing approach I instantly knew this no kindness
to my perfection of being so true and so right.
I quailed, shrinking as you too would from any cruel blow
Seized, torn into pitiless light by a salaried mercenary.
Death before birth , black bin bag my end.
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