I wandered out to the harbour wall. I saw a seagull eating a piece of crow. A wing. When it'd had enough for now it tucked the wing away for later. It tucked the folded black rag under its own wing and wandered towards the harbour wall.
He found a dead mole and slowly he took it apartThen stared at the gobbets, feeling helpless.He walked, he walkedLetting the translucent starry spacesBlow in his ear cluelessly.
Another exclusive coming up for this week's show: newness from our man Invisible A's label Keep Up! - the exclamation's theirs, so let me add mine - newness!