“As the clouds pour their tears down
in the breathy cry of the wind,
I hold mine locked away.
In mere hours the world
threatens to spin
on the edge of insanity
and mock modernised culture
by resurrecting traditional trades in genetics.
To say the house on the hill is a cliché now,
is to say that the internet is a god
and that the users are disciples; neither of it true.
Yet in both cases,
the house and the internet,
and the false disciples
are servants; to what end?”
Copyright ©2016 Adri Sinclair