(Interior of squat. NARRATOR, JACK, and ANGEL. As NARRATOR begins speaking, ANGEL goes into labour and eventually gives birth.)NARRATOR: Smith Street stretches
from Lowland to Mount Regulation.
It cruises past park territory,
the Tuscan splendours.
The squats where vigilantes
oust mothers and kids,
"wallowing among the filth",
drug paraphernalia, dirty knickers
and used condoms.
They think so hard about it
the place arranges itself
perfectly for them.
Their polluted minds
Wire out the poor.
No squatters. Neat ones
are the greatest threat. Moving in
as if nothing's happening.
Taking over. Upsets
the balance. The belltower
needs the taxes.
JACK: Look! The head's appearing
NARRATOR: It's a different kind of opening.
JACK: We'll tear down the wire,
MAGISTRATE (entering): This is justice!
(ALL enter during following.)NARRATOR: So we sing for the people of Smith Street.
We sing for the coppers. We sing for the court.
We sing for the Liberals who send out
surveys and spout prayers against debauchery.
We sing for Mr Clipboard and Mrs Walpurgis,
we recognise the belltower
as the true meeting of art and spirit:
ALL (singing, first to the tune of "Ding Dong Bell", and then to the tune of Monty Python's "Every Sperm is Sacred". During this, ANGEL walks downstage with 'baby/bundle'.):
Big dong bell
What a naughty boy was that
Every womb is sacred
(Repeat) Every womb...
(ALL except NARRATOR exit singing.)
Smith Street | Mudlark No. 19
Contents | Act 3, Scene Four