Nolan dies here

Two in as many days,

Almost back to back:

They are decaying before our eyes.

The rot of their animal proteins;

The breakdown of their tissue;

Wreathed in the stench of sustained microbial assault, Nolan dies here.

And so it seems

We must witness the disfiguration and discolouration of the incumbency, the liquefaction of its organs

As it undergoes a self-destructive dissolution

From a kind of hoped for perfection to rank putrification.

All we can do is skid on the fizzing entrails.

So

Across the headlines and column inches

It’s now just a bacterial action of their own concoction

Bringing forth a change of state from a reassuring and reliable stoutness

Via a process of gross corruption

To foulness.

Cruel and useless,

And without moral compass

The centre will no longer hold:

We are doomed to watch this sausage.