I am completely sane screamed the madman in rain

inside the scope of the trijicon

his wrists dripping blood and the money all gone.

Naked dancer on East African clay

panga smashed skulls at the height of the day

the Askari gate guard his chest “en filets”.

Diphtheria racked gasps in a third world throat

promise to the bearer defaced on the note

with flood waters rising and no sign of the boat.

The hostages are not worth the risk

raped and tortured their life poison kissed

the tactical teams go home squad dismissed.

Back home in the bars they’ve all bought new cars

swapped out their wives

self-harmed with new knives.

Trigger warnings on motorway gantry’s

shooting up smack in rastplatz truck stops

watch ISIS on YouTube till it no longer shocks.

Passion and love are obsession and violence

a show of affection replaced by a silence

a horse for a Kingdom a Kingdoms reliance.

Reliance on violence renamed as a love

a gripping kill fist in a flag draped silk glove

it’s that or precision death from above.

Raindrops like headshots lost in the mist

no tracking ballistics wayback to this

internal enquiry you know how it is.

Life jacket beaches footsteps in sand

friendly shone torches for the cattle who land

meat for the grinder their debt payback planned.

And the madman still dancing screaming for death

imagines all this in his last fucking breath

while The Cop with a clear shot pretends that he’s deaf.