2016 12 – Don’t Cryogenic Me (poem)

                        DON’T CRYOGENIC ME, I NEVER LEFT YOU

  • Lying in a cryogenic tank
  •                         nothing changes,
  • nothing moves,
  •                         life drunk,
  • chemicals smelling of booze.
  •                         After that demo attack
  • they passed the hat,
  •                         so to Michigan,
  • and now back.
  •                         So many years passed.
  • A hospital repair,
  •                         life re-cast
  • in the private wing
  •                         but all wings are private now.
  • Time to ask questions,
  •                         how?
  • Industrial democracy,
  •                         no?
  • Elimination of drug addiction
  •                         so slow,
  • social housing didn’t win over private,
  •                         what a blow,
  • the celebration of war
  •                         or its implementation,
  • does it still occur?
  •                         Calm down!
  • Another medical check-up,
  •                         then meet people
  • of renown.
  •                         Through Whitehall-
  • What is that, driver?
  •                         The Cenotaph,
  • can’t you recall –
  •                         poppies and wreaths and
  • only our dead.
  •                         Quick, they want your autograph.
  • So many,
  •                         now my arm is lead.
  • What year is it?
  •                         Now now, no time, time for your
  • knighthood!
  •                         What year?
  • It’s always Year Brit,
  •                         soon you’ll meet the Queen.
  • A new one?
  •                         No, the same one, only older.
  • She’s been!
  •                         The Establishment,
  • all of them,
  •                         and they came out
  • even bolder.
  •                         All of them have been
  • in the tank?
  •                         Some need to go back,
  • let’s hope it’s not you,
  •                         to be frank.
  • Then nothing’s changed
  •                         or ever will.
  • Sometimes in Parliament
  •                         there can be a Bill.
  • But why me a total
  •                         nonentity?
  • You are the first of many,
  •                         a new people
  • against change,
  •                         against propensity.

Wilson John Haire.

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