DE FACTO
the arm and a leg
debt retrieval people
(who might
already
be hallmarked
for, or even be
in the midst of the process
of being
replaced
my machines)
have stamped me on my forehead
laser-branded my file
“terminal case”
and here I am
under cover
trying to slip through
every electric fence by
way of
some dark carnival
commodified down to
my body parts as
sole exchangeable assets
fear
being cannibalised by
seemingly civilized means
but when
the bandsaw hits my bone
de facto, I am
going to scream no matter
how you
spin the semantics
the blood on
your apron
calculator on
your desk unless
chipped into your head
poems 2 die for 