Law and order and to them, it's nothing but the criminals intent on carving up a scene of their own. Rough shod over the banks of the dry river lines, feet taking up the clay with foot prints to make tracks back and forth. Drop a case of doubt and there is never more a chance on turning back.
Oh for they will scream as they find their hands clapping with no arms attached. Loud and ecstatic with the erratic patterns folding of the desperate sweat. Hans, it seems, will take offence to this. Were that the man exists on this plame, on this field. Alas, but a mere figment of the speculation and imagination.
Justice as they say, is a mighty hand and when evil is afoot, there is the need to rid the world of such athlete's foot. Fast as ever, but still running dead into the same spot of the same sport.
Written on Wednesday, 9 May 2007