When the morning sun can no longer cast its light on the words of the people, and the words of the people are everywhere like an impotent virus, and the virus is dying in a Petri dish, and the scientists stand over and silently stare, and the lab technicians are just marketing geeks, and the geeks report to the politicians, and the politicians report to the multinationals, and the multinationals manufacture Petri dishes, and the Petri dishes are prisons, and the prisons jail vocabulary, and the people don’t want to know, and no one even looks at the morning sun.
Published by MW Bewick
Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com View more posts