John Doyle writes

ViolenceIsNeverTheAnswer

For John Patrick Robbins

 

Scott Walker

murdered seventeen infidels

in butcher's cuts of logic.

 

This was the nouveau chic 

of year-zero,

the kiss of death

 

an orchestra with their violin bows 

doused in gasoline

perched their lips to touch;

 

some made it,

others tumbled over the precipice -

the tympani-player for one, had to start again.

 

Scott Walker

gets measured-up 

for double-denim

 

in Saville Row

tomorrow.

If we pack our bags and leave by 5, we might just stop him,

 

but the men 

who wait at customs 

are former KGB. This makes things difficult