Counsel to the stars, I seek your wisdom The lunar voices certainly excel In their masquerade of righteous interference And by doing so, may damn us all to Hell ‘Embrace perversion, crush the weak Let no God-fearing man speak Lest pangs of conscience move a soul to tears And unborn children have a hope of life for many years.’ They say we are enlightened, have evolved Into a higher being able to accept…
They were whispers at first, garbled murmurs in the background as I reflected on my day. The frenetic pace, the telephone calls and harsh letters demanding urgent action. Tantrums from the Office Diva and cackles from the Wise Ones, beaming as they watched her almost fall. Sometimes, the photocopier, in spite of its imperfections, can seem one’s lone civil acquaintance against the backdrop of ‘office etiquette’. ‘Two more years.’ I heard her say. Through the murmurs…