Two women
Phipps and Rebecca
They were last seen
In the Quarter of the Dead
I was a fraud but frauds survive
As I had stolen the bloodied armband
From a dead Red Cross worker
Although I knew little about aid
I had a basic knowledge
As I made my way towards the front line
I was swamped by the chaos
As terrified people ran towards
The Roses of the White Port
The whole mess was complicated
By a number of Western Dreamers
Who wanted to do their bit
Praise Marx and pass the Shroud
This is not Spain
Marx is Dead
I yelled as I progressed slowly
Towards the Epicentre of Hell
I had been stopped on many occasions
By those who had stared into the crystal abyss
A Lebanese man gave me a gift
After I stemmed his bleeding
He kissed me on my cheek
Nearby was a shattered market stall
Which partially hid the corpse of his brother
We were in my Paris apartment
A deep French song
Was dull on my record player
Phipps was reading a book
And occasionally glancing out of the window
Rebecca was trying to complete
The Jigsaw Puzzle of the Revolution
Which had indirectly helped
Me to locate them
I had been told by a fleeing cop
That two Western women
Had been injured in an explosion
At a bank near the railway tracks
And this is where I found them
On a traffic island sitting against a wall
They had both been injured
By the debris from the blast
Mainly on their exposed legs and arms
Phipps wept as soon as she saw me
He Waits for Me
He Waits For Me
She hummed between her tears
My attention was interrupted for a moment
As I saw a burning high speed train
Cross a fragile bridge
On its journey into the unknown
I looked over Phipps shoulder
Rebecca was engrossed in a jigsaw puzzle
Beside her there was a Uzi
Sje was mi=umbling
Almost incoherently
Thermobaric weapons
They have thermobaric weapons
We are all fucked
My Uzi is empty
I have retired my Uzi
I insisted that it was time to leave
As I could hear intense gunfire in the distance
Rebecca wanted to complete the jigsaw puzzle
So I compromised and told her that in my Paris Apartment
I had many jigsaw puzzles
Phipps enquired of the windows
Overlooking the street
I told her that I overlooked
The Parc of Many Weathers
Danny why did you rescue us
Was the final song on Paybacks latest album
Phipps looked up from her book
Danny why did you rescue us
My name is not Danny
It used to be Danny
In a past life
My name is William
Rebecca walked in to the sunlit room
She had completed her jigsaw puzzle
And wanted to explore the parc opposite