That other fundamentalism to despise. Free? Any number-crunched decisions over which poetry has no control – especially the décima – is an affront. Supply and bedamned. Morality should triumph but the internal fighting between right/wrong and good/bad has worn it thin over the centuries. When the French made it sound liberating. An oppression more horrific exemplifies the nihilism of calculating. If you counted waves coming ashore to collect rather than immortalise. As we weighed those deaths of the elderly against our alertness to turning a blind eye.