As the possibilities for capital’s expansion
of profit shrivel
Through fraud, rivalry & the running out
of all resources
One above all remains – the mass of
population. Sell them
Into slavery again & again
Each time let them pay the price for
themselves in full. Let
Every expectation be removed of how we can
escape this.
This is the end of history as the few crush
us all. They’ll
Falter incapably.
Each ripped tendril of our shared humanity unshared
will shrivel.
Our future drifts en masse across rubble
& filthy silt, resource
-less in every sense: small-scale coteries of
Sawney Beanes them
-selves lost for ever again.
And again. Can we think or act how to get out
of this utter abjection?
Rioting & burning are only the beginning,
the need to refuse & probably kill
Every gated development, public school,
private clinic & financial instrument
Until burning, burning, burning
the
rawness of our wounds
still
stabbing, stories
of
resistance in the borderlands
only
together
only
a part, this part
of
what must be opened
the
true book
of
our final history
which
shall otherwise
remain
unwritten ever.
Sawney Beane – allegedly fathered & led a band of incestuously breeding cannibals in late C16 Scotland on the coast on the Firth of Clyde. Travellers were robbed & eaten. The brood were finally seized & executed. The stories appeared first in early C18 England – where “Sawney” was a term for Scotsmen, like “Jock”, and largely used pejoratively.
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