The table -
Between the table and the bar -
Bob Craven -
His head blown off -
Head off, face gone, beard gone -
Blood across the wall -
Across the shadows -
Across the swastikas and across the sixes -
(The shadows talking).
Beside the portable tape recorder, the tape still turning:
Pause, hiss -
HISS -
STOP .
HISS -
STOP .
HISS -
STOP .
HISS -
STOP
Silence -
Tape over.
Silence -
Between these walls, silence -
Walls tattooed with shadows silent, silent pain -
Maps, charts, photographs of pain -
The silent pain of the photographs -
Across the maps, the charts, and the photographs -
Swastikas and sixes -
Shadows, swastikas and sixes -
(Silent shadows, silent sixes).
Sat among the silence, sat upon the table -
The smashed and splintered, stained and shattered table -
Sat upon the low table in the centre of the room -
Wings, huge and rotting things -
Big black things that weigh me down, heavy -
Stop me standing -
Sitting on the table, his shotgun on my knees -
Staring at the sixes -
Silent sixes, waiting -
Across the sixes -
Across the swastikas, across the shadows -
Across them all -
The blood across the wall -
Head off, face gone, beard gone -
His head blown off -
Bob Craven -
Between the table and the bar -
Bob Craven, silent -
Tape off.
Silence -
Silence until -
Until outside I hear car tires on the car park -
The rotten, uneven car park -
Puddles of rain water and motor oil under wheels -
Car lights illuminating a door -
A door to an upstairs room -
A door banging in the wind, in the rain -
The car lights stop before the door -
The door to an upstairs room -
The door banging in the wind, in the rain -
More doors banging, slamming -
Car doors slamming -
Boots across the car park -
The rotten, uneven car park -
Puddles of rain water and motor oil underfoot -
Boots upon the dark stone stairs;