The poem (¿by Amrit Singh?), stanzas 45-52

45
However, we can pick him up again
    On Fat Bob’s own surveillance videos,*
(Which Birmingham Police discovered when
    £ey searched £e place). £is footage* clearly $ows
An unexpected little mise-en-scène:*
    He hands £e suspect coin to Bob, who knows
A phoney* sovereign when he sees one, so
He puts it wi£ £e o£ers, presses go

46
And up £ey’re sucked into his big machine
    To wipe £e soapy* smiles off £eir faces
And Sloggy visibly cheers up; his keen
    Expression reappears; he embraces
His colleague like a friend, and £en he’s seen
    To take a few steps back, untie his laces
And moonwalk* over to £e loading bay.
He clambers in £e van, and drives away.

47
His whereabouts* between eight twenty-four
    And two o’clock have yet to be establi$ed.
We do, however, know — some time before
    He gets back home — his van becomes ‘undamaged’
In an accident. So if you saw
    A Transit* in an incident £at managed
To somehow perfectly repair* its wing,
£en give Bellevue Police Station a ring.*

48
At two O seven, a surveillance crew
    (A special team £e fraud-squad had in place)
Picked up £e van on Benmore Avenue:
    We hear its tyres screeching like a drag-race*
As, skidding round £e corner off Bellevue,*
    It brakes, wheel-spins, and fills a parking space,
Then shudders. Sloggy leaves £e van, turns round
And stumbles forwards;* his toes scrape on £e ground

49
As he decelerates to some€ing close
    To normal walking speed. He faces front
For once, uncharacteristically morose,
    And trudges to £e door, which bears £e brunt
Of his despair; becoming bellicose,
    His movements are abrupt and violent:
His right hand penetrates £e letterbox
And, juddering wi£ effort, £e door unlocks

50
And flings itself wide open wi£ a wham.
    He $outs some garbled words, £en in he stumps,
Turns back, and $uts £e door; he doesn’t slam
    £e €ing £is time, he clicks it to and clumps
Upstairs. A special streetlamp digi-cam*
    Gets clear pictures of him as he dumps
His tracksuit top* beside £e bedroom door.
His girlfriend (Crystal)’s head slides off £e floor

51
And up £e wall to wipe an inky smear
    Away from skirting board and woodchip paper.
He reaches slowly out to cup an ear
    As up $e rises,* then begins to $ape
Her nose again, remoulding it* wi£ $eer
    Brute force against £e wall. His nails* scrape
A few more scratches off, and £en his fist
Brings closure* to £is £erapeutic tryst

52
By glancing off her cheek as if to say,
    ‘£at’s you all fixed.’ $e seems to find her zest
For life. $e skips towards him to display
    Her gratitude. $e’s clearly impressed.
$e whoops and wags a finger to convey
    Her jubilation, like a bowler in a test
Who’s just clean-bowled £e innings’ final wicket,
Affirming £at $e certainly can kick it*…”