my great-grandmother used to say,
concerning lighting storms -
September, always the Indian summer in
England:
                when you see a lighting flash,
count each second
               from the flash to the thunder
as equal a kilometre from the actual
storm - a flash! thirty seconds later
the thunderous echo - then the rain,
30 seconds, means 30 kilometres away.
ah the wisdom of peasants...
gets so very boring with weather updates
that are completely senses -
cyborg even, like the Para Olympics -
compared with the paupers of lost limbs,
these athletes are cyborgs by comparison,
not even the fully agile of complete limbs
can discriminate the lesser features:
springs for legs, or otherwise crutches
in everyday society: my uncle is missing a leg,
i wish the Para Olympics didn't take place,
and he was given the cyborg extension
that athletes receive to compete,
well... after all... they're human:
                                           Oscar Pistorius;
who could blame someone asking
for the same cyborg limbs to be available to all
disabled people, giving them cyborg
limbs than staging Para Olympics and
instead giving the everyday-grey crutches?
but i guess even the disabled can't get
rid of the Louis XIV effect of Mrs. Bucket's
motto: keeping up appearances.