and

and the voice of sexual repression
crashes through
i am nothing
i am empty

and the sperm-soaked dreams
tits, nipples, a thin white bra, kisses
pumping, shouting, the swing of her breasts
their gorgeous cunts
are edited out

and the cambridge philosophers
whips between their teeth
imperiously demanding stringent logic
squatting flies, treading on ants
pushing the button at the abbatoir
watching the bolt kill the cow
behind smeary glass
they dismiss me

and i am empty, am nothing
they drink wine, arguing excitedly
jockeying, joking

and i repeat
i am empty
i am nothing
and i repeat the mantra
to undermine it