Jungle

Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs were

left in bins... They were singing hymns and

rattling tins. A hand stretched out and

caught him, knocked him through a window.

And they were fingering his coat, looking

for the price tag. Took his fags. Shook his

wallet. Stripped him of his shoes. Left him

naked - like a mannequin that's bleeding.

A weeping doll without a string to pull.

A shop assistant hauled him to the dump

with all the others.

Struck a match and up they went!

Only brave men make it in the jungle!