The psychiatrist becomes a hero,
or at least a witness to events
unfolding behind a façade
that resembles a cerebro-geology
left by middle class survivors
abandoning their neuroses
for a rural rehab project,
where a network of wireless wifi nodes
evolve their own pathology
and simulate a crisis of catharsis.
He acts to counter anti-terrorism
by deploying bombs in bollards
round the roadworks still defining
zones of total traffic exclusion
littered with wires and cracked lenses
from the pseudo-utopian vision
of surveillance as mutual assurance;
a distraction from the carbon vivisectors
who are splicing genes to breed
an underclass of oxygen excretors.
Nothing resolves nor becomes adequate
to explain the paradigm programmers
in their high-rise reversal;
a community of the unconscious
with their camouflaged slum bunkers
next to half-life waste disposal,
like a psycho-crematorium
or an unconsecration camp
known as ‘Soylent Black’ to a few
of his colleague’s aficionados.
