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oh build your ship of death

After Slumber (Xv)

FERAL RATS, racailles, addressed as raca:
virulent emptiness, the scowling void
uncowled before the cameras. Call them eaten
ones; whip up the circus beasts’ starved fury.
Projectionists on double-time, sharp fixers
weaving through the strobed light by which
poet and statistician align their columns.
No soul-gape in Eton boys, no want
of any kind in boozed-up Buller men,
their bladders bulging, slackening at whim;
the stream called purifying which strips flesh
from bone, shows anarchy the skeleton
cavorting with bobby’s helmet, his bleached grin
unflinching before the lawless force of law.