H.o.w L.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.

From Babylon With Love, Disguised Charity.

Destination: Ghana, where stolen umblical chords return as defunct electronic chords. Keyboards wedged in the sand send toxic letters to the deceased, buried beneath the wastemounds, declaring d-e-a-t-h s-t-a-y d-e-a-d to all would-be spirits and reincarnates and to the living who come everyday in search of copper, brass and zinc wires, premature obituaries reading ctrl-alt-del are strewn across the dumpyard. The fizzing sound of ice incinerating the yard fires drown the hacking coughs of yardies as they discard the melted plastic coverings for metal. Melting from the heat and flames, a liquified keyboard reads,
h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.     till

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.     death

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.    can

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.    no

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.      longer

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.   be

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.   dumped?

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del.

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. till

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. these

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. walking

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. corpses

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. are

h.o.w l.o.n.g ? ¬ Del. buried?

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