Vigil-Anti

George had the role of the spokesman. Script prepared - took a week

to write... how their house was an eyesore, kid was an outlaw, wife

was a whore who bored the neighbours. Fists were raised, pledges made

over ten grenades and tins of petrol. George would strike the first

match if they put up a fight or pulled down the shutters. Soldiers

blue. Shoulders sunburned - see the light dance on their hair, the

fair and healthy skin, the shins of metal. Men of mental discipline

(their favourite word). It's heard in cries, it's heard in whispers,

in the candlelight of ceremonies clandestine where songs are empty,

words are anti-this and anti-that. The vigilantes tilt their hats to

cleaner sheets, greener valleys. Marble queens sing Halleluiah -

spewing out the trash in the name of the Lord.