Ramp
Ramp up - still
Under pavements
And concrete roofs,
Beams of lead,
Mortar, spaces open,
Ramps leading up,
Speed-bumps, graffiti
Straining under layers of
Stairwells, asbestos,
Cold, sickness, hunger,
Tears, bitter chill, hot
Blankets, sogging, filthy,
Ramps ascending through
Exhaust fumes and tar and
Blood and sweat and smoke and

The top.
Cold. Overlooking the vile city
In all its putrid splendor.
A dream swirls in the blackness,
Then dies.

So what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver
rather the pervasive disdain of concealed watchers
and the disguised contempt of followers
who sing your requiems
in unison with your dirges
and limp with your lies to the oracles of shame
now eyes wide shut your stench lingers
only the unclean hang alongside
from your cabal of dead ghosts living
foraging in the malaise of gumption less religion
your trenchard mission with your deluded armouries
now march in the molasses of the obdurate lemmings
running blindly to the pies in the sky
and hanging forlornly to pigs that fly
as watchers mock behind your backs
the toy town warriors with hidden pointy hoods
our cowards in the grange of self-deceits
spools spinning like fools spinning in loons
so what have you gained
against just one man
what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver