turn off the cholera
turn off the cholera

it's too black,


the baby's blue

& she 

shit shit 

her nappys bad-

throw em in

the water


the pure seekers

gathering dog droppings

a pile a pound

to eat, sleep

& drink

at Pope' pub.


The whole block's gone bad

with black bile

mouth, ass-

ass to mouth

blue to dying

withered

for want

of water


it's in the stink

it's in the air

it's in the pipes

send sum onions

down the river

runnin backwards

for the cure

turn off the cholera


the rain is fresh

we'll bump out

to mourning.