It’s been a week of X-rays, ultrasounds and MRIs… One good thing to come out of it has been this poem. I’m not sure that it’s finished, but I think the idea is a good start.
holding our future in nervous hands
we come with x-rays – ikons
in large envelopes with corporate logos
queue for the Delphic Oracle
who divines the auspices
like chook entrails.
this arcane analysis
reading the stars within…