Ann Clwyd and the dehumanising tendency in neo-liberal NHS/UK Public Service Management
White towers slo-mo to ground
zero. Mouthfuls of grey dust. Eyes blink: becoming
accustomed to the dark.
| A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, | |
| I had not thought death had undone so many. |
‘But its kinda fun here’, say
the Eloi. ‘We are light; pure energy: we are Stardust. Don’t disturb our day, we’re miles away. And after all, we’re only sleeping.’
But old men die in hospitals,
unnoticed, and the Eloi walk the
wards. Dainty children huddle behind their monitors. ‘Careful. Ooh, my
nails’. Pink and perfect. Safe behind their hi-tec, wrapped up nice and warm in
scene of crime, forensic onesies.
Black and huge. Yahoo bands make noise and beds at night, while the soft white Eloi sleep.
'How the sick and old clutter our office with their tubes, phlegm, and crumpled pyjamas.'
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