perseptualskeme

like an atomic fact we’ll gather around you
at the cricket game
or craniotomist’s congress. there’s
no one else 
we’re lost
unorganised
an unrelieved map or network. doctor
i can’t find the pulse here.
nurse! swab! nurse
40ccs!! swaaaab!

i’m so sorry, 
she said later, the craniotobot
clasping a clipboard behind her back
as he crumpled to the caustic lino
& a triage trolley bumped him to the water cooler
clawing fingers
a mourning pinball of molecular hurt
& just bright lights & wiper eyes, hospital shapes & crash
the craniotobot turning away: i’m sorry
but it seems
she was frightened of the names...
come baaaaack!

…& so they are already en-velo 
before the sun greets the cryo-vines. 
what? 
provincial switzerland?
hammy hill?
lagos?
sinus meridiani?
it’s a difference of opinion;
the slops bucket of areography
its warped power output;
the distinction that’s there
breathing the same     air
comparing the same beards
proclaiming the same historical methods
driving sticky fingers
into the same packets of CRISPR crisps.
watched by the same dead-eyed portraits
not yet digitised 
but soon