Over and Over

promise your secrecy into the microphone into the megaphone, into the cell questioning decency under the microscope over and over then over and out organise my life over the telephone over my dead body, over my head tread a fine line between you and your memories between you and me things are best left unsaid the honouring of violence is a security number always so quiet it slips under your guard pushes your dead body, under the microscope over and over it's over say over and out another incident, another accident dangerous emptiness, people in shock you pelt them with rocks and the old innuendo