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HIGH

hi Madame Frankenstein
you were
bolt out
of the blue

jolt
to my system

electricity is life:
well our skynet cyborg
future could
not have proved that
more conclusively

and there you
all agog, in state of
supreme sublime horror
to see the face
of your
our
science fiction

of which you are
thd undoubted queen

proudly
exactly at the moment
when angels fell

he
stood up

on his hind legs

put away
monkey business, childish
things
dropped
his prehensile tale

at which,
clock started ticking
for all obedience points
accrued
for infraction
points dropped

strewed the veld
with the detritus of
every hunter-
gatherer

later agricultural event

leaving bones to
be picked
by such as
Dawkins and Harari

bounding across new landscapes
from horizon
to horizon

virus
of conquest
so much space to acquire

I remember my
first cricket encounter

how the red gleam of
that battering ball

instantly
took the shine
out of me, rubbed
off
my high-
spirited gloss

what a
way for sweet naivete
to die

trudging out in huge pads
like a robot on an odd planet

reaching the wicket
taking my guard

one ball at a time
one ball at a time

only got one
or perhaps none
so fast it was

the monster that hurled it
that brutal savage
of a
best friend

what hope did I have
in this game of gentlemen
of imperial measure

his father
knowing the game
taught him everything

was that
a smirk on my father’s face

when i tearfully explained
to my Mother
the abject ignominy
of going out for a duck

branches
branch

forks
fork

it is in their nature
in their technology
to do so

out there
beyond our safe zone
unprotected from
cosmic rays

so much hidden
that may well be

over the rainbow to
darkest conspiracy

they call
it sysnthesis
but we know its
assimilation

tell us
it is time for the hybrid
but what we envision
is mix and match of parts
down
in the body shop
much angle grinding

up there batteries of missiles
thick as shark’s teeth
orbiting us daily
to protect us
enshrine us

just
(small point)
would this not
at least look better if
pointed that way
out at the
horrible unknown
not
at us instead?