Where is the silence?

When Odes are taught at school,

So the ethos of being a human

Is repeated initially in foundations for being a fool.

What lines are repetitious?

When the books are sworded through

To celebrate one British Squadron after another

That did not bomb ‘Slough’ through and through.

What method of Meditation can tell the old boy

How his young mummy knew his daddy-ji?

With stillness like a window sill

After clubs and virtual orgies.

Clubs and virtual orgies, dear Son!

Are a very serious business

Just get down to business with our banking business

And some good will come of you yet.

Put me down for some forgetfulness

An abode of immortality

Cities paved with the ravers:

The Scoundrels of Norwich?!?!

Some Witches of Essex

A bitch with boulders from Indian Jones at Lourdes

– fucking cripple!

Then there settled on the land a great general

A disquiet about all that was being said;

When some beliefs about money were not heard…

– imaginary

AI Summary

Your poem opens by asking where silence lives when odes are taught at school, turning the ethos of being human into a foundation for being a fool; lines become repetitious as books are sworded through to celebrate British squadrons that didn’t bomb Slough, and meditation cannot tell the old boy how his young mummy knew his daddy‑ji, stillness like a window sill after clubs and virtual orgies — which, you say, are a serious business, just get down to business with banking business and some good will come of you yet; you ask to be put down for forgetfulness, an abode of immortality, cities paved with ravers, scoundrels of Norwich, witches of Essex, and a woman with boulders from Indiana Jones at Lourdes — a moment of raw cruelty that exposes how pain and mockery mingle in the culture; then a great general settles on the land, disquiet rising about all that is said, when beliefs about money are not heard, and the poem ends on imaginary — a final word that collapses the whole world into something half‑real, half‑hallucinated, half‑remembered, half‑feared.