For Saint Muge

Violence Without Robbery
(for Saint Muge)

There you lay dead
A convict of a suggested coup
To topple a shadow government
Mangled in the metal jaws
of a milky lorry
Driven by a shadow

You departed with a thud
In a splash of fresh moil
a victim of metallic fists

Adding to the ghastly shades
Of a hovel land
You sparked a violent crusade

In the centre of the simmering cauldron
a flame bums
a fire without end.

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