Virtuality
I command the Language
A galleon with a crew of one
Floating in the gloom
Like the carcass of a swan.
Song heard by commuter,
Can’t quite place the words
Search online for a line missing
Find instead love or something
Similar, a message from a lone pirate
In an on-screen bottle spinning
In a teenage party or gambler’s wheel
Winning millions, betting on horses
Or selling virtual courses
In virtual academies, gunfire
Muted temporarily for conversations
On austerity, a necessity
For rising numbers on screens
Translating into Lamborghini dreams
Island retreats, private flights
Over tiny dots below, one ship
Covered in white and bleeding ink
Set alight by those above
Begins to sink.