Rumble in the Jungle

Macro engineering seeks the validation

of a lab-rat; the doctors seeking tips on how

to micro engineer a strange,

a stranger in a city, all us strangers

down deep in the big shitty;

casualties of the lab – tech,

sent non heartedly insane.

I abject to most within

these confines you determine

as a norm, almost defined an

Enigma, I'm just a human being

who failed corruptibilities examination,

a passing wrongs of conscience,

for a screening of a scream.

Has God turned Abiotic?

No longer present in our dreams,

fantasies of paradise now

synthesised by chemicals to

turn the biological change

the symbiosis – dead!

(once again the ghetto bird

hovers divisively overhead).

As I write within the tall red brick of

this circular surrounding wall,

a wall to rebound bullets that

startle languid thought; it has

come to pass I neither care

or dance the dance no more

when wondering 'is the siren

that wails to keep a people down,

on the TV or the road?'

Is the understanding of an Eco -

Environs experiment; the pressures

of an urban class, there to effect

this biological change, if so

you can keep your fucking city

Lord, take it with the death upon

humanity, to an astro-turfed grave.

Michael J Waite 11^th May 2312hrs.