When sheep bleat Clone-alone Clone-alone
no one demands to know just where the pasture
green people eat and lie down on in sun
and in rain
has taken the remnants of knowledge
As hormone-shot women lie languidly on
and men become women
and sperm swimmers die
there's never a question of whether nor what
if the geese should desert from the gleaning
Where grandmothers breed into baby machines
as grand-daughters' embryos suction to death
the wealth of the war zones is harvested
ripe for the cot
of desperate line-ends where babies
forgot to arrive
If children in sewers are rounded and shot
and those from the streets can lie beaten in jails
what hope lies in Mecca for Indian girls without hands?
Or boys in the Philippines sold very cheap to strange men?
What right for the transgenic sheep or the chop?
What selling of kidneys from tropical slums
where bombs and spare land-mines
cut pension plans down?
Which clown can consider the whale song?
We look to the future and flee from the past
We flourish our armour and chains rattle by
We moulder in magic-advertisement-land
as bankrupt as virtual living
26Feb1997 CPR
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