Tuesday 14 February 2023

Woollard’s eulogy (draft/unfinished)


The police have responded. 

Their morale and their morals are improving. 

Just as well an accelerating factor sweet and gentle 

The state, though still far too large and still, 

alas taking far too great a share of the national cake, 

is beginning to respond to the will of the government

The national debate.


A life in the LTD redevelopment failing 

missives what pangs capital directives 

what pangs a hissing horsehair wig undoes

Woollard’s eulogy in the loop,, in the Soul Politic 

at the time of previous circulars:

‘the Krays is stitched’ &

‘the Richardsons is stitched’ & any other case

which has been demanded for political reasons. 

Is stitched. 

A silent creak for your protection,, 

the will of the government is

a sacred impressive multi-torch cauldron

gasped clap rounded to a flaming petal

touch this house as it lifts the national cake, 

to respond that life, itself is to kneel painfully on stone

and then wipe all expression from you face

so that the viewer

would read suppressed or inner pain

as it renders its aching child branded plea:

Pull my finger, 

not just any old finger

but my ring finger

my emblem,, my life  

a feeling of ordnance 

in the tiny pip 

that idyll, that LIFE 

my hand

 as it touches the outer fray

 failing to tiny strands

that feeling I consummate 

by every pull therein remands.

The draft inside a thumbtack

hearing amnesties withering in cold storage 

a spindle corrupts, as it coils 

from vessels that form tiny little red dots 

all over your skins surface barrier 

a head shouts half-seen from the inside 

your face “it was all good fun until someone

tried to kill a police officer with a fire extinguisher” 

physical keys, numerical codes, 

complex passwords, biometric identification 

hush that sloops Sitex 

& what it means 

to undarken light somewhere you have never been Woollards.

& Woollards come back

blanching the floor plan under hissing rosacea horsehairs

the shrill adherences & graphical projections

aspects of British Business & Professional life

are thriving: 

'our legal system is widely acknowledge to be long

on integrity and short on corruption.'

Most important of all. 

People feel better about being British. A singular success. 

We lay delightfully still its video footage was played 

with a view to causing a gap in the crowd below spectrally

to kneel painfully this silent mechanism, curls inwards

murmuring the letter breathe of Law

a voice breaks from the curial

---I like to drive my large Trojan armour engineering vehicle. 

From Ringwood, near Bagnam Forest Corner 

with my 16 air assault brigade. It looks like a giant metal lobster. 

I stand here today in front of the accused with most of my adult teeth,

God Save the Queen.  

No Surrender. 

Excs…excuse m.e.

I will stand here forever

with my Church Of England prayerbook, 

kissing tightly for myself entirely, and you Almighty God

to my bursting heart, my head of state! 

it's why I attended Army Command & Staff College in Camberley

& NATO Defense College, I’m finishing my last stint

as Chief of Staff of Forces Pension Society 

a feeling pickering, my adjutant 10 para, my signaller, Masher,,,.. 

Excuse me, my kindred flame. I promised Masher, dear dear Masher…

that if I died before you, Masher. That I would come & tell you, 

that I love my country & I sank to the bottom of it once

but you were there, my dearest most tenderest 

exurban Daily Mail Reader your lovebite continues. 

Under the holding pen exacting braces of bodies 

the place from which litigants are 

(a physical demarcation between 

the core players and the areas outside 

that consecrated space) represented by a wooden or brass railing

built in clots through which the frightened will whisper:

'i am your, gurgle gaggle of dead beads tight to night’ 

whsipered mitted soft sorries 

obiter, on the increasing use of glass I pray

to be a kind of wall that has a little hole in it, 

to survive twisting leopards bane 

devils helmet the queen of all poisons 

on parricided come downs

or Benthamite Utilitarianisms

implacable ment. 

On the very last-named dignity 

a starry mark or padded path 

to heaven or the Local Authority 

smarting at its multisystemic therapy

carved from sessile oak 

making hematoma flowers

not permanent, nor sweet, 

or long lasting & through that hole,, 

its glassed wastlings fingerhooked in a fugue state 

with which a body becomes separated from another body 

in order to bemutter what bloodsing to tungsten 

or floats opaque when pushed remembering

status cues against the wall, 

For the person being restrained,

confinement may increase fear or stress;

when people feel entrapped or concealed they tend to feel less safe.

a tiny hole hissing henbane saying over & over again 

innocence is true as if over feet &hands haloed

with or without whipping Woollard’s

in red blood rain – this type requires specialist disposal

this type can be dispensed into a sewage drain 

this type can be dispersed into the air 

this type can be poured into your neck Geoffrey Rivlin QC 

you find that rolling feeling that occasionally sublime effect 

a hate bubble tangles up 

the tyranny of the majority

who whispered short-lived, very swiftly repented

the lives of those he loved jeopardised a spark 

& injured the thin walls 

the complex, breaking furniture & windows

and as you dry out in the rain, 

the cascade and its motorcade 

in the tiny pip the idyll of freezing mud.

The right to peaceful protest is a precious one! 

Commander Bob Broadhurst of Trooping the Colour, a dying breed. 

At the National Siege Management Gala I felt a suppressed inner pain 

a pickering feeling mutter, ing this Queen of Poisons

to keep the City open for business! 

slumped in an alley outside the Stock Exchange

smashing windows and storming 

an RBS bank branch in Threadneedle Street 

quickens Woollard’s a number of a number of missiles die

thrown a little bird told me 

down a deer track, through a tough thicket of 

waist-high ferns that we had discovered 

–a precious peaceful protest 

a clearing of sweetly scented camomile 

everything around us was bursting with life

pheasant cocks scurrying through the undergrowth

resin dripping indecently from clefts of the evergreens 

representing brightness itself 

a gene breakdown in my cenotaph 

benzene under frosted light

the petrochemical sheen of feathers

in definite areas 

removed his shoulder number 

covered the bottom of his face with his balaclava

weeping at the most unexpected things

Ed Woollard’s spectrally 

be hurt Human kindness. Human vulnerability

ringpulls lost pennies gentle patiences

under your teeth hates

thumbscrewed intact to demerit,, 

Logistic regression was used to analyse

the measure of verdict −

a dichotomous variable.

Results from logit models are presented both in odds-ratio form

and as percentage differences from the baseline condition.

The percentage differences reported are those derived from the logit models,

i.e., they take account of other variables in the model.

Odds-ratios are the most commonly presented measures of effect size.

bits that stick about or twist 

to where a building is cut along an axis 

to reveal the interior structure 

cutlosses as they sunbrighten your lumbar spine

cascading crashing to illuminated castors 

a body pumps through the footring. 

The room,, inclined  

to the Wall  inclined to the Floor 

a dead relation peels away 

rubbing the mudguard Seat Pan 

through crawling epicures a worksong,, 

lightly becoming worse

gets silvered reversed

inside Veolia lyric birch

the moral of métier 

an autopsy (of my dead relation

unrevolts alone, to a half version 

having been closed 

splits to reappearances

a shuffling program executes a series of exorcisms

 under your teeth hates moults nightscrapped 

sundry on all fours non-rigid 

an exit pales to grey fibers 

attaches to goetia spells 

picked randomly from various online archives

my eyes are stranding alone into two immaculate halves.


Officer pushed him. He went forward. 

Thought he had hit his head. 

Expected blood beneath the surface 

of the skin or dead tissue 

above the surface hair is an attribute  

part of the human body

it breaks & into an arrangement of feathers 

in definite areas the petrochemical sheen

its wilted light halting the category of a weapon 

elegised to class a pricket gathering at the base 

of emergency situations  constricted gardens 

with just enough hope that glow filled blood 

on moonbeams is yours so I bend plea-filled &

in a glass chain sing to taskforce sunk in earglow 

or burnt out commercial leases

the courtyard apex tribunal extinguisher 

hangs the CPS hangs the DPP 


a cruel vector of birchen pens 

a redoubtable wielding roflcopter

of justice drugged glassed-in or open,

 be hurt Human kindness. Woollards. Human vulnerability, pickering 

ringpulls lost pennies gentle patiences –

that placement could pose a fundamental challenge

to the presumption of innocence