Into this, by Simon Collings

Into this indifference the temper
of cynicism, of anomy

distempers of rage
pressed into speechlessness

the mute gestures of inaction reflected
in the masked faces of denial

time running away
with our captive impotence

contained anger turned
inwards, the body consuming

its impulse
to give chase

a stink of tainted process
in which inequity is smothered

the dull drag of compromise
a manoeuvre

to stifle protest
in glacial intransigence, a filth

of melting sentiment insulting
in its penury

this charade of care, of inclusiveness
which does not include,

the makeshift gestures
of contempt, reason dismissed

in deceitful excess, obdurate
in superfluity, the machinery

frustrates all tactics
of escape, closes off

the possibility of argument
of explication, a mire of detail

to sink a point in
the predetermined outcome

is etched with a stylus
on the smeared glass

a callous message without meaning
marking the boundaries of resistance

inscribing its purpose
across the sightline of our attention

with the tenuous logic of the prosaic
the crushing victory of procedure

a tortured labour
of casual insincerity

the indurate apparatus of compulsion
and permitted  violence

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Simon Collings has published poetry in various magazines and journals, has published two chapbooks, and reviews regularly for Stride.
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