Brian. [r.I.P.] Poem by Nigel Fisher

What motivated him to lie?
Tales of friends in the east,
strange bearers of gifts.
A brother hanged.
I saw his childhood home and knew.

Precise rapid questions - he can't slow me down,
keeping pace - answers contradictory, random,
I sense his fear, he feels the trap,
doesn't he know that questions do not harm?
It is the answers he gives -
that kill!

He writhes and struggles - the death throws... are upon him.
The mask, once proud, respected is cracking,
with sharp stacato sound it shatters
Integrity and self respect lost in an instant
I lift the broken shards and now reveal -
Broken eyes that focus far beyond,
a nose bent - a mouth that was raped
by a Policemans torch.

That Silvery Slither of Steel is broken
his strength dissipated, the once proud
back arches forward shoulders hunched
Something that should have died Clings -
a parasite as before but now the
only nourishment an occasional exhaled breath.