Heist

a strobe of flashing lights and the smell of smoking cordite filled the leaden night the brush brush brush of silent velcro and cocking guns and their knobbled sons (grenades) rolled like severed heads bouncing in the rain a choir of startled starlings flapped and flew like bankers new with profit, up towards the diamond sky, peace on earth goodwill to muscled thighs and skirmished upper decks of barrels, flushed and hot from bullets bouncing from the necks of uninvited robbers, dressed in black ... now disrupted from their grim toil and outside, witness to this merry hell...the watchers wait with covered mouths and fibrillating hearts, protected by an armoured car, while a thousand blue-bottle police eager for promotion, scamper through the carrion walkway, keen to be on TV ah!...what's this?... a glimpse of death pervades the scene, a limp bag of shattered bone and failed hopes brought to bear we see, his crime today, will not pay