We extract from life what we need
to extract, not what we
want to extract, which is quite a different
And what we want to extract is the love
of another, freely given by the other,
no violence between, no horrifying
machine of hurtful disgrace,
no rapist, no papist, no hate-
lists for us.
And what we need to extract is the pure
and simple confirmation that what
our ancestors did do was
what our ancestors did right,
and the hurt and the fright that our
forebears did forge was correctly gorging on
the innocent love of the innocent child.
And there was once a real day of
beautiful feel, where sunshine glanced on
skin of wonderful real-
ity for me and you, around picnic-
basketed outing, where routing the fears of
people who lose their loosening grip on
love and its paragons of
virtuous clarity was everything this reality
afforded: and that’s all I ever wanted
from you, all I ever wanted: but all you ever gave
to me was all I ever needed.
And in extraction’s pantheon of infamous
history, primarily we aim to remove the wisdom
of awkward cuss. And re the interests of worlds of
civilisation, that’s a pretty fair analogy:
who’d ever, these days, miss the wisdom of a tooth?