Mercy - Wire

Crooks lay in a weighted state

Waiting for the dead assassin

While the rust pure powder puffs

A shimmering opaque red

Papers spread, no-one driving

We hurled direct ahead

The windows dark-green tinted

The hearse, a taxi instead

Snow storms forecast imminently

In areas Dogger, Viking

Moray, Forth, and Orkney

Keeping cover in denuded scrub

The school destroyed raised the club

Panic spreading with threat of fire

Crowding beneath a layer of foam

Refugees intertwined, alone

Within the institution walls

In pastel blue, clinical white

Slashed red lipsticked walls

Mercy nurse tonight

Seems like dark grey stockings

In the raking torchlight

With a 4 AM stubble

A midnight transvestite

Moray, Forth, and Orkney