In response to Collier Nogues prompt I created my poem from the wonder that is HMRC Tax Credits and some bank letters and then mingled them with words and lines from the following poems:
Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus, A Birthday Present
Dylan Thomas: I dreamed my genesis, This bread I break, Do not go gentle into that good night.
And here is the result:
Your Balance is Gone
You must understand
This flesh you break is payment
A double-edge sword of debit and credit
Three months in the black your award
Before your balance is gone
Do I terrify?
Only three months left
To rage, rage against the light
With no mandatory consideration
To the running grave
This killing of days
Are you scared?
It is in your genesis
This boot in the face
A chromosomal certification
Of circumstances conspiring
To dispute recovery
And let down the veil
A writer - I think that says it all.