wire coils with evenly spaced teeth,
shredded the clothing from beneath,
experience is a teacher, tangled and torn,
out,
getting no where, so no point to seethe,
fabric strips draped on a concertina wreath,
technique is a quality, better used and worn-
out!
lost!, lose!, loose!, free the beast, free the beast!,
into the rabble, into the pen of fractured plates,
***** the grey, matters not, just find that ten per-
cent!
wounded heart, bent aging knees, cannot rise,
to run away uphill against the wind, no surprise
no one will answer, the silent cry, or the loud sh-
out!
empty places, empty faces, reflected sour silhouettes,
every fifth bullet traces and arcs in the night sky,
why can't violence be allowed the right to die
out-
right? Left, right left, get in step with techno sounds,
dance all night, while the para-military do the rounds,
around the wire obstacles, to keep her away, keep her
out!
when you know, let me know, that you know and we will both know
