Crooks lay in a weighted state
Waiting for the dead assassin
While the rust pure powder puffs
A shimmering opaque red
Papers spread, no-one driving
We hurled direct ahead

The windows dark-green tinted
The hearse, a taxi instead

Snow storms forecast imminently
In areas Dogger, Viking
Moray, Forth, and Orkney
Keeping cover in den***d scrub
The school destroyed raised the club
Panic spreading with threat of fire

Crowding beneath a layer of foam
Refugees intertwined, alone

Within the institution walls
In pastel blue, clinical white
Slashed red lipsticked walls
Mercy nurse tonight

Seems like dark grey stockings
In the raking torchlight
With a 4 AM stubble
A midnight transvestite

Moray, Forth, and Orkney