“…I couldn’t believe that human beings could be so cruel to another human being,
you know it makes you quinge to hear as a mother of what they did
to my daughter in that sitting room… (they) tape up my daughter.”
– Public Meeting for Joy Gardner; 21st June 1995
13ft of tape,
adhesive sticky tape,
a body belt, chains, handcuffs and tape.
Bounded her, taped her, tied her up,
taped her head like a mummy for the hereafter
and right here, after she ceased to breathe they made a mix-tape
longer than any tape measure could measure.
Police, judiciary and hospital taped together
a tapestry of events and kept a corpse alive
until they could taper their stories to a rounded tip.
A mother is bounded by the red tape of officialdom
until things taper off
but a mother lights a taper in the darkness until
my tears will catch them, my tears will catch them.