haiku for hicks*

how lonely you are
in a foreign cell, just one
adelaide boy. shit.

you must be so sad
or are you depressed much?
suicidal, yes?

what do they feed you?
do you get some exercise?
letters from loved ones?

do they beat you, dave?
taunt you, or hurt your psyche?
or do they do worse?

do they leave you there
alone, night and day, alone
with no one to see

not even a rat
a friendly living creature
that might comfort you

just to see whiskers
poking, twitching through the bars
do you have bars there?

do you wear orange
every single day, dave-o
do you have a beard?

are your eyes sunken?
is your skin really pallid?
can you sleep at night?

do you know at all,
do you have any idea
that some people care?

there are people now
who are writing to the press
sending letters in

there are journalists
who are trying hard for you
to bring justice home

to bring david home
not just bleeding hearts and lefts
but normal people

people who just care
about things like right and wrong
and bringing you home









* apols to la nadine, for hijacking her most lovely art form and besmirching its beauty and turning it into a naff form of political protest.