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


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.