This is a guest poem by Kevin Higgins
By all means explore what remains of the world on the other side of the forest. But be back within the perimeter fence by breakfast, your mouth motorised by where they’re going wrong, or we’ll begin making a sad sound when we say your name, and tilting our heads slightly to the left.
Questions are encouraged if the answer’s the long form version of ‘yes’. Discipline will be maintained by Nullifier Boyd’s righteous bamboo stick, so big it never need prove its existence.
Here, no one evades their taxes or mentions the unfortunate business you witnessed in the main marquee this morning. Out there, the last thing many women notice is that the man strangling them is in desperate need of a dentist.
In the new society we’re building we’ve abolished rape and murder. We permit no such words.
