Put An Angel to Her Knees

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.”