Burst

Shopping for the cure, suddenly I stand motionless in the middle of the busy road, unable to move, in my head
I playback yesterdays news report:

“Today’s cyber doctors call it “bursting”.
A pernicious virus that renders your robot body in a permanent state
of “fight or flight”.

A glance at a daffodil, a small child
or even your own spouse will send you
into a permanent state
of what used to be called “stress”.

When cells in your thalamus detect something that requires urgent attention from the rest of the brain,
they begin “bursting” — many cells firing off simultaneous signals to get
the attention of your cortex.

Mass cells applaud
to gain your attention.
Your cyber nervous system
will respond in turn,

with short breaths,
heightened eyesight,
and a frantic facial expression.”

I see the fast cars, bikes, lorries,
hurtle towards my helpless body.

“Other symptoms,
your body may be frozen
when it walks across
a thoroughfare,
and may prove
an inconvenience
to commuters.

Cyber traffic staff
have been advised
of potential glitches.

Patches to put on
your artificial skin
to reduce these symptoms
are under rapid distribution
to local shops.”

When clapped tongues of bells

lessons end,
end of play,
schools out,

scream and shout,
and run about,

gossiprattle,
vitalprattle,

playground,
ideasground

to be young.

Old wants “Quiet!”

Summoned by bells,
clang of tongue a monastery
meme, a call to prayer

is a call to latest competency tests,
how to fail better,
head down and wish
you had the answer

to your mother’s needs,
your father’s wants,
“We just want you to be happy!”

For a duck’s arse

you catch my eye
with your dark green head,
white collar, curly black
tail feathers, and soft wheeze.
Is that a Russian accent?

See my subtle plumage,
modest light and dark brown speckles,
forgive my loud belly laugh.

Let us nest in hollow trees,
eschew window boxes,
roof gardens, high ledges
that will challenge the fledgling
faith of our little ones
as they journey to water.

Share my bread,
my handsome drake.

feathers and bubbles