Because the mania seems so universal
Does not declare it yet ‘reality’
Nor ‘progress’ – there is no repose
But a craze for competitive ageing
No quarter for computer-baffled buffers
Clear them out for techno-coated bipeds
They’re on their screens till ten
Then pace the treadmills in their gym again
Meanwhile a sinister weather
Writhes in freezing fogs or wreaths
Brazen burning tribute
To monetarist myopics
Who train our young in a trade
Then make that trade redundant
Planet earth
Is another name for injustice –
Once its systems balanced
The mud of man foresaw no counterweight
Lip service paid to ethical laws
Proved elastic then dissolved
So it is with moral law –
Justice is liquidity
And we are all in liquidation
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Bernard Saint
Illustration: Claire Palmer
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