Incognito

8/11/2025. 6.32am.  ©∞ ggfx

Remember the time when we knew who we were?

When the tide coming in meant the day was a blur?

Remember the sound of the sea on the shore?

When the waves curled like savages coming for more?

Remember the silences happy and still

When the wind blew the grasses all flat on the hill?

When the plovers and seagulls were calling so shrill

and the poets were left to write what they will?

Now the word is a weapon to cut and to kill

A knife on a shaft of a fool’s rumour mill

There is slander and libel, defamation, all spill

where the autopen rules and the strobe lighting thrill

Where the autocorrect gives a halt to the flow

And the virtual twin sends the copy below

To the grinding machine where the time doesn’t go

Lost for words, ‘cos the grift is just happy to blow..

Now I’m watching my tongue and I’m watching my thoughts

and my fingers are twins to the ether’s dreadnought

and my spirit still struggles to to live as it ought

while the microchips in my head parse what they caught

For the brain of a poet must breathe and be free

not be captured and sold as a corp’s NFT

The despair of the prisoner ceases to see

any beauty or reason in this reality

Everybody got a different name