Redundant C


A long slow, excruciatingly so, word in my ear.The market veneer had cracked, they made it clear, they would have to delineate and define the bottom line; they were going to have to let me go


Gardening leave, my professional career cleaved. Cloves mask my acetone breath, my pallor becomes a languid alloy of flaking skin without and within, medical diagnosis is of stress induced dermatitis. Tribunal result a shocking insult,

a-judges them right, and me contrite; they are going to be able to let me go


Merry happenstance, departmental developments, ICT, well customer services really. Slight demotion it is true but an alternative employment I could do, subject to recommendation. But those Bís did not reference me, they were resolute and vicious in their pursuance to maintain my status as Redundant C, no grounds or discretion of appeal; they were determined to let me go


Lonely in my room, incandescent in rage at the outrage, I plot my path to dislodge the lot, in every detail designing such mail as to explode in tinsel and nail. Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year, but I was spotted by the sharp eyed Bís, the police came a-knocking, the judgeís verdict was mocking, sentence was passed, black hat class, leaving me definitely the Redundant C; the law will not let me go


Days drag to infinite measure at Her Majestyís displeasure. My psychological evaluation a masterful accreditation, I determine not to be part of their conspiracy, I trade up cigs for Temazepam, I march with the Colombian band, cut with cleaner to fight grime, and in no time I cross the line and pass into the shadows, dancing with Frodo and who else, F knows. I cannot even remember my actual crime, I am the Redundant C, then my wife says, hereís the thing, itís more than just a fling; she has to let me go


Counting the numbers of flies dried dead on the wall, tapping the bars lethargically before the parole board. I try to understand the affectation and the causality of my incarceration, I concur my actions were callous, cruel and unusual, but I cannot agree about the Redundant C, it should not have been me. I had a wife and three kids to support, did they not read the transcript of the court, they had they said, they were sad but their statement read, no release date yet; they could not let me go


Secured and sectioned once more to a padded room without a door. I see the doctors and the demons in equal pleasure, the latter gaining my trust and the former my jerking thrust.Secure hospitals are such stately places of rehabilitation, for us special patients incarcerate, without remission is a clear indication of a judicial commission, and I decided, since the whole world had already tried it, I would bring the house down on this already ushered out show; I would be the one to let me go.


© Trevor Maynard 2009


From the anthology THE POETIC BOND,an antyhology of 30 poets from around the globe collected together through new media, socialand professional networking ISBN 978-1466498419