The Prayer

Last night, I was eating noodles at the same table as the fat 'Satan Who Hath Fire"...As he bent over his sausage and orange beans, the Jah-Speaker came over to him, leaning over him...then his talk went stranger, and I saw myself looking over, a psychotic evil, grinning with a snarl, he had his face in the little blonde woman's, the blonde woman, like in the photo, sat eating with a sheepish face, and deaf ears...,

"yeah, and Woody's my boyfriend..." It was sharp, low growling hate, then there was spitting...

I stared at the ghost inside the fat man, there was almost a staccatto type of worried laugh, coming out of me, perhaps she had started to cry...

I was full of the disbelief that she hadn't left, that she couldn't get out.

This man used to have a twitch under his left eye, when something was about to happen, but then he was always too cool, to make any kind of fight...and he'd make that frown, and flex his muscles under his black leather jacket...then he would know he was cool, and that would be that...

But this time, was worse than anything I'd seen before...

So, I reacted twice...I remembered I had been punch in the face at the shopping centre, and then with no one to help, followed the rest to his designer clothes for men shop....crying in the shop, because in the car, I had sensed a pin-fadel, and...

had grabbed his neck with both hands....

and...

I didn't believe, a few weeks ago, that if the little blonde left them, something worse would happen, they were goign to do somethign to her...

I twirled a fork-ful of noodles, stared through the fat man and the man-boy standing over him...remembered the punch...

and...

I transformed, into the image I had first transformed into when I was in the tower-block, when the next morning, I saw the last eye twitch...

I reached out over the table, and my bigger hand, with my bigger arm, went through his chest, and I saw his face drop and he coughed...

and...

he began coughing up blood...

I spoke to the little blonde, like a dark blue line, conversation looks like lines of light...

She was giddy.

I bet she's stupid...

I took the noodle bowl into the kitchen, and said:

"I've murdered."

A joyous murder!!

I took out a pro-biotic drink shook, checked I wouldn't fly with hand-prints on any type of furniture, laughed when I told the little blonde I had murdered, poured out a smoothie, got a Mocha sachet out of the cupboard, checked I wouldn't fly.

And.


PJ Harvey-The Colour of the Earth

Then there's the Prayer to tell about.