crisis, what crisis
the ministers’ meeting is over
the black citroens pull out in line
sunk down on their suspension
all evidence of torture redacted
breakfast tea on a tray in the bedroom
faded tapestries on panelled walls
forget everything that you have heard
the ormolu clock on the mantelpiece
photos & letters burnt in the grate
hotels are checked & telephones are tapped
soldiers in the street marksmen on the roof
one sleeve pinned below a row of medals
he stumbles towards an unmarked grave
the ministers’ meeting is over
the black citroens pull out in line
sunk down on their suspension
all evidence of torture redacted
breakfast tea on a tray in the bedroom
faded tapestries on panelled walls
forget everything that you have heard
the ormolu clock on the mantelpiece
photos & letters burnt in the grate
hotels are checked & telephones are tapped
soldiers in the street marksmen on the roof
one sleeve pinned below a row of medals
he stumbles towards an unmarked grave