listening song

[[ Surveillance society. ]]

Do you hear the whir

in the night air, children?

In the glow of 

an infrared picture evening?

The wash of a thousand

watching things watching?

This is the sound of the 

listening.

This is the sound of 

the great going wrong.

This is the sound of

the final song.

Mr Jones 

coils

in your toilet

Mr Jones 

crawls 

up your walls

Mr Jones 

hmmms above 

your love 

Mr Jones

is the whir of drones

Mr Jones
knows your bones