Hans Denndorf
Sunrise Day Centre
Hans saunters into Sunrise
And spies the staff gathered around the kettle
Sobbing their eyes out.
“Oh Hans” they say, eyelids fluttering
“Can you get the kettle to work?”
Hans fixes the kettle with a steely expression
Black Russian cigarette dangling from his lips
He checks the safety catch on his Walther PPK
(remembers he doesn’t have one)
Gently stubs his cigarette out on the carpet
(There’s no ashtray)
And with a smouldering gaze and a touch of fagash his eye
Says in a soft commanding tone
“Rosa, Laura, Julia, Joshua..
It helps if you plug it in.”