“Just the usual –
Milk, bread, cigarettes. Nothing more.”
I had my ordinary orders and,
Armed with my minted money
Now planted firmly in my left jean pocket,
I prepared to plough and crush over a mass grave of stones.

Secretive Shane was nowhere to be found –
Probably ventured of with the Knights of Da Gama
To the Cape of Good Hope
Searching for spicy hot ******.
Presence or absence,
I greet you only with indifference.

Must press on, not over the high, roaring seas,
But the rough, blanched rocks.
Crunch, crash, krooksh. I was
Mid-ascension, when suddenly –
Rrr!..grrr woo.. woo. Brutus breached the fence – finally.

He had been waiting for this for too long.
Juicy derriere would not be passed up this afternoon.
The pain, the shock, the horror.
Et tu, brute.
I thought you were better than the rabid dogs
In suit and tie going to church daily
Who torment me beyond measure.