03-21-2013, 08:01 AM
Gravelled barking, the relic of seasons,
Of re-rolled fag-ends,
Sodden clothes and super strength.
Indictment and judgement in consecution.
The protest, an awkward swing,
Fist on bewildered jaw.
A graceless arc, bicycle clatter,
The crack of skull on paving stone.
The audience stands shocked,
As dishevelled outcasts drag the accused
From the lifeless, stinking heap.
"Outside Sidney Sussex, please come quick,
I think he might be dead."
I walk on with counterfeit intent.
Of re-rolled fag-ends,
Sodden clothes and super strength.
Indictment and judgement in consecution.
The protest, an awkward swing,
Fist on bewildered jaw.
A graceless arc, bicycle clatter,
The crack of skull on paving stone.
The audience stands shocked,
As dishevelled outcasts drag the accused
From the lifeless, stinking heap.
"Outside Sidney Sussex, please come quick,
I think he might be dead."
I walk on with counterfeit intent.