by Nick Gisburne
The labourer removes his outer skins
To burn them in the oxidation tank
A bowl of greasy nutrients begins
His journey to the Public Body Bank
A corridor of flame reseals the flesh
Preparing it for lubricant release
And reinforced with locomotive mesh
He merges with the Sentinel Police
The scan for thought compliance is complete
A rating of obedience returned
Connected to the Compensation Seat
He greets the gift today’s employment earned
A thirty-minute psychedelic dream
Rewards him for his efforts with the team
