GYPSY BLOOD You must have gypsy blood- The way you sing that song And toss back your hair- The way your body swirls To the pounding throb Of the gypsy drums And the violin… You catch the fiddler’s eye In the candle’s gleam As you take three steps back Into shadowland- As the voices...
Even the doctors cried, they said. Even the doctors, their emotions Cauterised by having to deal With endless Lines of hopeless cases, Even the doctors, With their dead eyes And blank expressions, Kalashnikovs slung over their shoulders, To stop the gangs of hungry looters Coming to the hospital to steal The food from the...
