Angry man in the flats
day of joy
On a concrete balcony.
Now he rages on the piss-stench stair
And smashes fists through wire crossed glass
Until police in drama costume
Project their lines
For Peace (breach of)
And lead him by his handcuffed arms
Where hearts and mothers soar with swallows
To a Transit van with bars.
Over on the railway lines
A hooter peeps through closed night blinds.
A council man will sweep the glass
While strangers pass
On the blood spattered steps
Of the piss-stench stair.
Friday will come.
No little furry beasts in this one Jan...but there were a few rats hiding by the burnt out bins against the aerosolled brick wall
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