In the carbamide wash
you are faintly alive
to the soft glades over whorls
of punishment and watching
comradesolidarity mewling in circles circles
a Kangaroo Court WhatsApp Curse
the SMS cascades a love tool installed
due process like gavel nixed metal
into metal at Centrepoint
by the downdraft keeling
my medicament pall, your milliband red
the low light glow & murder twice
despite interval a dead mans
lung to prick it and you
believe for you are Pure.
