Fax machines swarm with junk mail locusts.
Flies of stress buzz in corridors
and settle in meeting rooms.
Silicone boils gather
and a collagen plague
sweeps the cattle markets. Viruses pulsate
through electronic veins and erupt
on traders’ screens.
The rivers of the underground
run red with anger.
No one is spared.
(from Seneca the Spin Doctor, Acumen Publications, 2001)
Poetry, poem, speculative poetry, science fiction poetry, Australian poetry, British poetry
S.C. Flynn 