Where the augmented minds
contemplate lesser processing
powers of free agents vying
for the same piece of cake,
where they generate snake-like
atmospheres of mistrust in their
lidless, glitter-eyed unwavering stares
where they talk tongue flickering
radar-tasting acrid air taking in
pheromones of their adversaries
where the tensed coils radiate
fake refrigerated boardroom
bonhomie from a pulse-less,
non-breathing, predatory carapace;
smiles worm from ear to ear, breaking
soulless faces into canine coutures
of mock-invasive, incisor-pared
ice-thin lips. This was where I sickened
and died from the bites. These killers
had no joy of life in them,
these were the icemen come to
carve off their take, these were the
undertakers feeding off the corpses
of their corporate dear departed,
these were the makers and shakers,
the erudite leeches who bit
hard and clung to a smugly
tendentious power of one.
© I.D. Carswell 2001-02-05
