Science
Beware!
Science exists
It is operating now
A danger to our very existence as functioning corporations
Threatening our tomorrows
With destructive evidence
That will turn our mission statements
Into catastrophic foretelling of insolvency
To arms fearless corporate allies!
We must turn this tide of dangerous awareness
Into profitable unreality
Think!
Reach out!
Invent mythology to fulfil our dreams
Earth has been growing warm by nature for millennia
Coal fire causes wind and cools the planet
Lightning will destroy electric cars
Wildfires are created by flammable birds-nests
Floods are caused by bad drainage
Storms are a conspiracy by meteorologists
The virus will magically disappear
Vaccination was invented by Hitler to kill the Jews
Isolation is a Communist plot so back to work
That’s it then
Down with research-based knowledge!
We must stop this deadly understanding
Now
Or the way of life we know and love
Will disappear
In a labyrinth of comprehension
So viva the market!
Protect the masses from knowledge
That will block, stall, hold back the wheels of industry
Let us make sure today
Our golden destiny
Our future, is away on business
Any Man’s Death Diminishes Me
No man is an island entire of itself…any man’s death
diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
John Donne
COVID-19 is a fact of life
It will be always with us they said
People will die no matter what we do
So let us get back to business
And accept the reality of mortality
Now
Before our world of industry crumbles
Into insignificance
End the lockdown before it is too late
Flowers they added
Flowers for the victims
Are an appropriate investment
To mollify critics of our doing away with isolation too soon
They will be an adequate gesture
To keep the wheels of industry spinning
The economy healthy
And restore the beauty of our existence
Newspaper obituaries too are certainly relevant
Conspicuous public sympathy
To help the market return to glory
Flourish again despite the roll call of death
I believe my father would have condemned the pitiless greed
Had he not been infected during the hasty easing of constraints
And survived the virus
For me
He was my angel
O how he suffered
And O how his death diminishes me!
He rests now
Forever
In a cemetery created by champions of commerce
Silence
Silence can be a secret heinous thing
Destructive in its subtle way
Created by words that don’t exist
It may protect crime or condone folly
Making the silent observer an accomplice of evil
It can have more power than the wail of a siren
Or a scream in the terror of the night
Fostering criminal deeds
By leaving them unnoticed
War crimes, for example,
Have been known to create medals
As part of the ecru scheme of things
While other sanctified hostile warriors live on
In the heroic glory of death
Our lack of awareness
So often is linked to such matters
As we condone by ignoring
Yet all is not lost
The other day a political capo came before a crowd
Seeking approval
He even clapped himself
Partly because he secretly feared condemnation
The dream of an empire he offered…
Outposts throughout the world
Spreading, endorsing, promoting a chosen way of life
Superior to all other forms of existence
O how wondrous it was!
While he waited breathless for a response
Hordes of faces turned awry
And silence thundered
Memories Are Made Of This
A song of the Fifties, sung especially by Dean Martin
Time is a catalyst for memory
When you are old
As I am
The past is a friend
That comes to visit you often
It knocks on your door in an amicable way
And suddenly they are there
Companions, loves, siblings, mentors
All the helpful elements of your existence
From days gone by
But there is a difference when they come back
These time ignored figures
Something strange
Somehow your enemies are absent
They are lurking somewhere round a corner
Out of sight
Some of them gave you Hell
Rivalled your promotion
Stole your home perhaps
Cheated you in a game
One may even have seduced your wife
But now they are nowhere to be seen
You have ridden through the pain of their onslaughts
Onto the plains of awareness
Where all that matters is your continued existence in peace
And that is why those demons
Have crumbled into the dust of irrelevance…
To remember the joys of the past
Is to be born again
Still with the energy of those bygone times
You can climb the same mountains
Walk down the same roads
Make the same mistakes
When it doesn’t really matter
So you can walk into your last tomorrow with a smile
With today lifted above its tribulations by the past
Words
Words are ephemeral things
Not always to be believed
I mean even these words of mine
Unless they are vindicated by evidence
Take Exhibit A for example
You can think about his name for yourself
He is powerful
Has coordinated access to the media
Is interviewed often
Has a seat at conference tables around the world
Likes to be seen with the common man
In his own country
Often wears a protective helmet
Recorded by cameras
Shakes hands with other wearers of the same headgear
Also recorded
Cradles babies publicly once every four years
Goes to church noticeably
Hangs medals around winners’ necks
Cuts ribbons
Is excused from lockdowns
Is driven everywhere by a chauffeur in a limousine
And lives in an impressive mansion funded by the people
His latest words for your analysis:
Our country leads the world with equal opportunity
Poverty doesn’t exist
Education is freely available to all
We fight for freedom wherever the need arises
God save the Queen
Exhibit B is me
I wrote this poem
These are my words for your consideration
Yours is the right to judge
royciebaby