Capture
At the station
There were
Balls of dust
On the edges
Of the tables
The walls were shabby
The floor was dirty
On reception
A barrel chested
Police officer
He seemed to live
On a higher level
He drifted
He stopped and glowed
He moved thinking about something
He turned effortlessly
Into the spiritual
Of his higher world duties
You feared him
Just a little
He was distant
Like a bird
Moving across
Fresh snow
You moved passed him
Like you were passing a giant
In a strange untouchable vision
In another world
Defeat
They land like bombs
From a volcano
Post traumatic
Stress disorders
They
Pom-pom powder
The heart and head
And soak into the body
Like leeches
You become conscious
It’s the day after
You have a bulge
The size of an armored tank
In your chest
You move
With anvils
Either side of your head
You don’t know it
You don’t believe t
You’ve changed
From the smoothie drinker
To the metal black creature
From the lagoon
Hurt
You’ve never felt so hurt
By mankind’s secret weapon
Hate
Death
They lost their lives
In the battle of the bathroom
They were all lined up
On the venetian blind
Like a row
Of horrible little black mice
Then they all flew about
At once, around my bonce
I moved in with the spray
Like a man in a police line
Finger on the trigger
I was man – the killer
Now in the peaceful
Autumn days
I keep finding their bodies
Behind the vases
Zion
By the river Thames
Where I sat down
I began to weep
When I remembered Zion
As the river flowed
Beneath my feet
And the high rise flats
Grasped at heaven
I walk to the edge
And I dived in
The deepest end
Of my prison
And as I drifted
Down to the sea
I found a place
To pray again
Did you know?
That as a kid
I had an invisible
Sister
And mother laughed
Because I cried
When she went away
I missed her
Like sitting down
By the river Thames
And weeping
When I remembered Zion
