Give me a queen of spades
I'll pierce a spear through her heart
and pin it to the floor
where I stood when
beer was flowing
washing the pavements
and the sun was coming up
breaking through the ceiling
with unbearable heat,
unmoved.

Make me an atom of despair
so I can shout in the cracks
of the walls
in decibels of unheard
ribcage breaking
from silence.