Playground of the mind - Caligula rules;
an iron fist in a rubber glove, sterility assured
creativity stifled.
In the streets the peasants revolt
voices raised in shrieking whispers
cajoling - denigrating - loving - hating:
the moment looms - forces stir,
The Man in his fortress remains silent, unblinking
latex grip slipping, slipping...
Conflagration started, the peasants still -
music is heard
as the playground burns, motherfucker, it burns...
Copyright, Dean Wilson, July 2007
