(Published in Potroast - Issue 9, June 2012)
An explanation, friend, is not
A telling how or why, but
A former 2D colony,
Lost for scheme, design and strategy
That is now a body politic
With all its bones but buried.
A diagram, therefore, is not
a picture, showing, but
A letter sent to someone suffering
Where stops are small black breaths, for
Ironic font typed names
Behind dull plastic panes.
A system, then, is not
a whole comprised of separate parts, but
A shaft of growth, diseased
No budding colour at the apex
Just the start of inconvenience
A growth toward the end of ends.
A method, it follows, is not
A numbered process or procedure, but
One’s harsh demise abbreviated
By chemical conspiracies
The true end product of its excess
And networked faulty compass Norths.
That context is not meaning,
Message, sense or point,
Lying, cheating phrases,
With manipulative tendencies,
Absolving themselves of all
(Copyright: Kirsty Dunn, 2012.)