Overheard, said in harsh rasping cockney tones,
truth as hard as flint,
just as hard to digest.
A throwaway remark couched in racism,
homophobia and plain old hatred.
He had those dead codling eyes,
and a half-whispered threat,
at the bar footrail.
It was half-time and his team were losing.
Business as usual in the boozer,
Prelude to violence,
either domestic or arbitrary,
directed at those who cannot defend themselves.
The big man down his local,
that everyone laughs at,
his toadies in tow.
The big man full of yin.