Jamal Khashoggi's body parts 

'found in well’ ( Spiritus Mundi )

 

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

 

They’re all at it, crimes against humanity. Put-in

Bid-en and Bo-Jo and all the O- ant crew anagram

They crawl our skin and turn into one million of them.

In-sects, we live in a world where you can’t trust no-one.

This is the Last resting place of Jamal Khashoggi, well.

 

Barbecued like a cut of meat roasted in the well.

Can you stomach this, all for the few bob in your sky-

Rocket taking you to the outer reaches of humanity.

 

Boys with tea towels on their heads red and white

Mopping up the blood. I watched it and couldn’t believe

a human being could stoop this low. A man who hails religion,

if I atheist was there my head would be chopped off.

 

His last words were ‘I love you Hatise, you are a true

in-tell-ectual journalist. ‘I thought Jamal would do something

good for humanity’, instead he was butchered cleaved up.

Trump said I’m concerned, I don’t like hearing about it, it

Will sort itself out, I do not like it and he walked away.

 

 We are in uncharted territory on the tipping point

Humanity swept under the Persian rug a tapestry of terrible-

Beauty is here. All that’s left is a black stained fingerprint

The killers are tea cozied deep in the tea towel brigade.

 

We are hacked in a hacked world, once Pegasus gets in

To your phone its game over, hasn’t a look in, or has it?

A bag was put over his head bone saw meat, barbeque.

 

Trump, ‘will anyone ever know’, sh-ite dissidents?

Put the tea cozy on, Hatise, broken but proud,

‘the truth always wins’, hope.