Poem: ‘CCTV’
Jean Sprackland, 2 June 2016
Exalted on towers and posts and fitted with articulated necks that tilt, cock and swivel like the necks of owls, silent and absolute.
Like owls, they have a zealous gaze that does not falter, through no matter how long a night. Unlike owls they sometimes hunt in pairs or threes,
perched at the corner of a flat roof, protected in cages or bulletproof housing, some with a mohican of spikes....
