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Collar turned up
Against a chafing winter wind
Tears prick in my eye
Blood black sky
Pregnant with rain

Seaweed washed ashore crackles and crunches
Under foot
Knuckles redden in salt water
Chapped lips
Blush like the first buds of spring
Tongues survey
Each and every abraded crevice
And saturated southern plain

Spit coagulates
In irrigation canals
The mouth of a cave
Is crammed with shards of glistening quartz
Bite into the cliffside

Full volume
Autoplay engage
Click ‘play’
Tear out and save the page
Later that night
Pizza boxes stacked like a necropolis
Standing sentinel in the sitting room
Weed smoke witching hour
Outside
Inside
Outside
In the street
A group of masked men stomp in another man’s head
Splitting it like an M&S Easter egg
Under pairs
Of Nike airs
Secure the window
Draw curtains
The home security system is armed
And ready
The bed is freshly made
The dishes are primed and loaded
Soaking in the sink
Unexploded cluster munitions under the patio
Glide-bombs loiter just over a zebra crossing
The canal in the town is older than the United States
Its stagnant waters are choked with empty McDonald’s cups
And Buckfast bottles
Frames of discarded old bicycles
Dredged from the riverbed
Piled high at low-tide
Bodies of insurgents
Putrefy on the pockmarked roadside
Bloated and bloodied
Human landfill
Boiling in the tar
And folded haphazardly over one another
Like the contents of a hurriedly emptied suitcase
Something sublime
Sour taste of lime
An erotic fixation that occupies the mind
From time to time
Manically chewing down SSRIs
And doing the washing up
West Papuan rebels toke joints
Show their ARs off to the camera
American soft-power
Par excellence