Poetry – Cleanliness is not hygiene – A poem about the building of prisons for our minds.

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Cleanliness is not hygiene

I have abhorrence for this taming of nature; creation of geometrical shape, and orderliness.

I like my world natural.

When I look at the future of safety, plastic and concrete I am filled with horror.

I would rather have the microbes, bugs and untrimmed trees.

I do not like having my grass mown in lines, my car washed or my behaviour shaped into expected forms.

I prefer messy jungle to ploughed field.

I want a world teeming with life, danger and wilderness.

I see a future of sterility, safety and prisons.

We are building our own prisons.

That was how I felt in 1970 and I still feel it now.

We are building our own prisons – brick by brick.


Cleanliness is not hygiene

With your strange false hygiene

Your absurdity of cleanliness

You are busy creating a world

As sterile

As the blankness of your mind.

 

Opher 1970