A musical reading of a tremendous, terrifying poem.
Night number five at the telegraph
Vengeance walk thru de doors
So slow, so smooth
So tight and ripe and -smash!
Broke glass, a bottle finds a head
And the shell of the fire heard -crack!
The victim feels fear
Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat
Oh, the stabbins and the bleeding and the blood, it’s
War amongs’ the rebels
Madness, madness, war