God’s Kingdom is desperation to them.
Them black angels who kneel in shadow, pushed
down twitching – forced – on the muddied ground.
Halo pawned to feed that bump they hidin’,
cursing colours – perverted – toxic blue -
but none shall hear them.
Forsaken. Beaten.
They just the whores of Britain town. That just
Anger, thas streak’d their vision, the routes there
of needles’ aids.
- “Bloody whore! –
- “She bloody swore - ”
“But you dint pay for the hour mate so all bets are off.”
