<< Old cars, stained mattresses, 
glue bags and broken glass 
litter the derelict factory grounds.

A last gasp for consciousness 
as unfinished things flash past
a cry for salvation 
as the machete finds its mark. 

The doors are flung open
 in our mental institutions:
Inmates become flatmates 
and cause a public nuisance.

Forgotten refugees 
playing hide and seek in the dark
Told get yourself together 
or sleep in the park .