DOWN THE BLOOD

red as rain and thick as sludge
we got it coming down the blood
iron sodden northern mud
we got it coming down the blood

you're granda' knew he weren't no good
he got it coming down the blood
knocked dumb thick as wood
he got it coming down the blood

father'd never flinch or budge
he got it coming down the blood
cut a man to see him gut
he got it coming down the blood

I'd tek pussy when I could
I got it coming down the blood
slit my mother throat to cunt
I got it coming down the blood

red as rain and thick as sludge

we got it coming down the blood

iron sodden northern mud

we got it coming down the blood

HOTEL 2

for GJ

Night is a tumbler of whiskey.

This is a sequel. The actors

are acting the lines read before.

Somewhere a man laughs a laugh

laughed before. The audience remember

his laugh. They laugh. Nobody worries

if the plot is rehashed, if the same

sets are used. This is a sequel.

Exactly the same, but the gore

is exploded. Whispers down tree-lined

lanes of the murders. Everything

suspected of truth becomes true.

In The Church of St. Bernadette

of The Cross a woman trims candles.

The altar cloth shows Joan of Arc.

Evensong starts. The choir sings incense,

footsteps echoing in the aisle and apse.

A laugh. The stained glass explodes. Static.