"I am a man more sinned against than sinning" - King Lear Antlers growing out my head Weeping for over factories Looking out beyond Junkyard gravestones Skull splitting Shrieking out the moans Working class boysWorking class girls Servant toys broken on the wheel Padlock on the gate Nomads of rags in doorways Motor oil in the veins Dripping into sockets Smashed visions make sense In the dreams of ivory towers