Peel
There is an elemental beauty
in the tools we use for torture.
Cloth bags, electrical wires, chilled water,
power tools and pliers.
All that we take for granted
can be used to twist the will.
Just standing still
leaves the mind bereft.
They know the sheathes of self...
Beethoven to bark in three movements.
There is a seduction here,
step by step, labelled.
You’d be a fool to think you’re different.
All this utility has built much, so it’s claimed.
The iniquitous towers
surround our foolish tranquillity.
We have not looked
hence cannot see.