Yes, electric is gone, now it’s plastic— From sex to food to procreation Plastic rules the day and rues our time Making it all easy and oh so convenient! All is plastic save, possibly, the brain; This mass of nerves and neurons Mirrors the bewilderment outside Where people die and kill and cry Where O where is the human We crave for meaninglessly? In the dust bins of our hearts Mangled and confused, dying. Save us O Lord, save us. Save.
Kirpal Singh is a poet and a literary critic from Singapore. An internationally recognised scholar, Singh has won research awards and grants from local and foreign universities. He was one of the founding members of the Centre for Research in New Literatures, Flinders University, Australia in 1977; the first Asian director for the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize in 1993 and 1994, and chairman of the Singapore Writers’ Festival in the 1990s. He retired the Director of the Wee Kim Wee Centre.
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Congratulations sir! Truly a great achievement indeed!
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