A government in this country should be run just like a corporation,
made up of the landed interest,
which alone has the right to be represented.
As for a rabble, who have nothing but personal property,
what hold has the nation of them?
They may pack up all their property on their backs,
and leave the country in the twinkling of an eye.
Lord Braxfield,
Lord Justice Clerk of Scotland,
1793.
Or be mangled, soft haired anomies in the rich meadow
punitive approaches docked friends, involuntary groups
& as a last resort, of course
the State, darns a light plucked to a beautiful sky!
A wreath not made for you.
Nice isocost in the eyrie.
Nice reorganisation of the workplace
a place you go to clusters up
the managerial techniques
a dulling ache hushed
in your sacrum, a rich meadow
tribulated mostly in knots,
secreted Programmes, the Employee Support
is a gas that kills to hushed Excellence,
to People Management,& Strong operations.
O wrangled incapacity under Occupational Health
inspection narrowing in the eyesore, wronging
the rest of the body to work-ready & yielded example
of laws and symbols its Flexible Working Procedures starpaddled
by blood & the silence of our lives goes in
to enjamb frights, ribcages = so you concur,
Clench both your fists for about 15 seconds,
then relax them & feel the tension draining away from your arm muscles.
Repeat this twice. Hunch your shoulders for 15 seconds & relax.
Repeat twice. Continue the same routine with jaw clenching and relaxing.
Finally, screw your eyes up tightly & relax them, feeling the tension disappear.
there is no ‘acceptable’ level of sickness absence allowable
turning lifeless
& life itself discretes
realignment to responsibilities, equipment & workplace
what directives knowingly love unpinholes to fading
a pickering worse upon the middle ear,
you hear a incline, small bones breaking
to disciplinary forces & betterment bridles my head
beyond future scars, Epsilons
from inflated cruelty & pathic moving missives
the institutional surface holds closures efforts
a fixing jamb by rote locked on pluck, merit
joy & how to break under it
in a trice, flexible working commitments
I called out your voice
a probation officer
at the end of an accusing finger,
unnamed capabilities inside dayblue swivel chairs slowly but
spontaneously combusting
an air gap grievance to a pay gap grievance
which your closing lids itch search terms–
a moral imperative, a hidden uncommittable,
darned in the rich meadow at the base of
a cache, incentive a performative review
a day long bruising pill,
whisperless encircling the cold tarries
the private tether reneges of work
of competencies & values.
An Emily Thorberry tweet breaks your ear
Yaxleys in pales of milk based eugenics.
Under the tumble weave bushhammered enclosure traps
everynight wrassing a dayitch to matins blood
History is a bunk of syndicates,, of labels,,
In lieu of wages treacherous work addendums take place
things are as they are, things are as they were,
things as they will be fairly, equitably & consistently
, a noncompliant burning off each wrist
eaten digit lasts all day,
the details daily of which can be found in
above & beyond a rich meadow cut to shrim
your rich meadow itself self attacking
expect to be antithesis an eroding sense of care
in the foreground of no pain exclusively tight.
