A Rag Hung Between Two Trees

120,000 dead across the pages where I sink my head I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves Just one more tear, a nameless face - there's efficiency in mortality And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains Where cruelty doesn't bother hiding and you will never find me One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter An expired service-user fleeced tooth and nail Someone's sitting target, another's smug liberal virtue slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees