Poem as Sophisticated Connection

The man who donated his mother’s body

to a centre for Alzheimer’s research 

had second thoughts

but was told he could not have her back 

because she had been sold to the Military 

strapped to a chair and blown up 

in a ‘blast test.’ 

There will be something buried 

in the small print,

but this possibility is mostly kept from 

everyone except senior management

because few of us are sophisticated enough

to fully realise

how the study of a pink mist

wavering briefly in the air

above a patch of MoD-owned scrubland 

connects to finding a cure for Alzheimer's. 



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