Spartacus — Mmxii

He said, You can’t see the chains for the rust. You can’t see the whips for the scars. You can’t see the crosses for the dust, but we’re still fighting where you are.

I’d known of him, the legendary rebel, the gladiatorial slave who’d broken his shackles, who’d raised his own army, who’d plundered his master’s grave. spartacus mmxii

And a whisper came back, a coded message, an underground password and key: If you want to see Spartacus, come to the park, come to the park with me. He said, You can’t see the chains for the rust

So I went online to track him down, to seek him out in the cyberworld, and typed his name into the search box, the key and the password. I’d known of him, the legendary rebel, the

We flared and we fused in the halo of streetlights, we danced and we dived and we ducked, till the shop windows rained, till the windscreens wept, till the airbags burst and the bumpers bucked.

And as the sirens wailed and the choppers clattered and the police piled out of their vans, he grabbed my arm and he pulled me clear, and he melted into the crowd and disappeared.

He said, There are slaves in the hands of the banks, slaves in the arms of the state, slaves to the wage, to the zero-hour contract, slaves to the zero-hour rate.