I had a dream 

I was serving

in a government 

of the dead, 

 

I was the bulldog

the firefighter,

the master of

the excel spreadsheet

a puller of 

gold teeth 

 

I built the pivot table

I built the filter curve

that measured every wave

that thinned out

the herd.

 

I dreamt I 

was a lorry driver,

hauling through the night,

a forty tonne

eighteen wheeler 

packed with bodies 

swaying like meat

in suffocating heat.

 

I dreamt I was the rat 

scuttling 

across broken glass,

gnawing at the toes 

and fingertips

of bound and gagged

bodies

in a basement

with taped windows.

 

I dreamt I was the fish head 

rotting from 

the top down

 

my fingers were covered

in blood and ink,

 

I was a skeleton in an Armani suit

with plastic ties

on my wrists

and no strings in my shoes

 

I was a big fat tongue 

for hire

with pockets stuffed

with blood soaked 

bank notes

and an offshore

account

to hide 

lobbied votes.

 

I dreamt I was the

puppet on the

parish council

invisible hands inside

of me

 

I dreamt I ran for election

on an everyman

agenda,

I kept the village green

clean

and shipped 

the homeless

to Rwanda.

 

I dreamt 

I was both ends

of the equation;

I had my finger on the trigger

and my temple

on the barrel,

 

I was the knife

on the throat

and the hundred foot

Russian boat.

 

I was the fly

crawling on the open eye

and I was the eye 

too....

 

I was the toddler 

washed up on 

the beach

 

I was electric tape

stretched across

clenched teeth

 

I was the skeleton

In the middle of a speech,

 

spewing grand gestures

and Nazi policies.

 

I had a dream 

I was at a party

of a government of ghouls

with paper hats

on our skulls

and shopping trolleys 

filled with booze

 

I dreamt

we were in the rose garden

pissing

in the flower beds

 

I dreamt we were slumped

On the podium,

words and prayers

spewing out our

heads-

 

saying the only ones dying

were those meant

to be dead.

 

I dreamt we ghosts

I dreamt we were mist-

I dreamt we were

the fountain pen

and the fist.