They lied again.
It doesn't feel sweet: Payback
The charge sheets shedding their slim plastic sleeves
multiplying into manilla folders brief cases filing cabinets
An SMS with the words: NAILED HIM
and exclamation marks rallying behind: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Senior Constable What's-His-Name banging on about court appearances pleas further charges you don't want to know protected people affected family members you don't want to remember
A shallow foundation, a concrete slab
The earth shifts, tilts, moves
There's still an off-taste waltzing around, inside your lips mouths words
You scoop out a teaspoon of mould from the jar full of cured green olives
There's something menacing about mould
I stole that line
There's something rotten in the State of Denmark
I stole that one too
Either way there's something menacing and rotten
It doesn't feel sweet: Payback.
More blitzed cities on the 7 o'clock news
Earthquakes in cities once reported to be safe zones
Fault-lines they can't locate
Still drafting poems at 2 am 3 am 4 am
It doesn't even feel bitter sweet