One anonymous day in April 1981.

Red London buses blood corpuscle bustle past a drinking club which is a terraced house with fifty men, one hundred whites of eyes inside. Drinkers piss al fresco unashamed on pavements trod with butts of blow. Cans of Red Stripe barber pole along the dismal gutter. Ragged Bee Emm Dubyews cruise, boozed bleached whore-cats pussy sway to reggae beat subliminal in chest and throat.

On a corner an ambulance. White cop says "How did it start?"

Black girl says "Wid slave-ree."

In the alley a trembling bitch copulates with sperm-itch dogs. The runt always denied,accepts.

Sirens down the Brixton Road anounce aloud a further haemorrhage.