It’s gonna be a Heckler & Koch morning,
but i don’t know that yet as I get up at 4.30 a.m.
to use the toilet;
The hall light’s on and I notice the front door’s open,
wide open but I need the toilet first;
Minutes later appropriately attired I almost somnambulate
toward the wide open front door and the faces –
flecks of colour- in black black black camouflage;
It’s a Heckler & Koch morning alright,
Their voices instruct me to come out,
there they are strapped onto body armour,
their Heckler & Kochs:
who am I, who lives there,how many flats ?
I make it casual even conversational given the situation,
getting up and ready for work,
they say I should get back to my flat,
Time doesn’t flow,not much really,
I’m getting my breakfast ready,
they knock diplomatically on my flat door;
I cajole one of them to come in –
the rest of the squad is jackbooting
up to the other flats and I’m chatting and
giving what useful info I can ;
The scenario continues for about half an hour,
I hear them smashing the door to the empty flat next to mine:
It’s a Heckler & Koch morning in downtown Wakefield,
and I’ve had my breakfast and I depart for
my Heckler & Koch day at my Heckler & Koch job ,
the main entrance door to these 5 pokey apartments –
pied-a-terres-but without any metropolitan pretensions-
remains wide open until I close it respectfully behind me
and step out into the Heckler & Koch morning.
At around 4.30 a.m. Monday 26 November a heavily armed Police SWAT unit showed up at the address where I live; it turned out they had the wrong address.