24HRS IN POLICE CUSTODY

This day will break soon

Something is going to happen

When it does.

Nobody’s woe is exactly enough

To contain this circle of life

Fully whole certain again.

Beaten to death by love; anger out

Put down fulfilled energy discharged flowed

To an end. A lightning rod catches years of abuse

No offence, none taken

Scratches on the lock on the key 

The drama played out over CCTV connectors breaking

Down into the final edit that is to be screened

Tonight, on Channel 4, he said Heaven not 

Devon. What was in the blank depth of those eyes?

A love that hates itself, batters itself into a coma

Lost children wander the streets well into old age; unable to

Navigate compass all askew disappearing into cracks

Walking out of life passing through free Wi-Fi zones

Secret dwellers of the tented under-class just glimpses

Some left behind rubbish

Plastic sheeting lashed with orange twine

To an old upturned tree

Root system exposed already

Catching debris in its tendrils

His heart gave up in the end so

They turned him off.