Radio 4 were broadcasting a play about Iraq.
I heard it was a prose poem.
I heard the play was written by Eliot Weinberger and “drew on reports, newspapers, official utterances and eye-witness accounts to paint a terrifying picture of the war in Iraq.”
I heard it.
I heard part of the poem say “I heard that, of the 400,000 bodies buried in mass graves, only 5000 had been found.”
I heard part of the poem say “I heard that none of the 270,000 babies born after the start of the war had received immunisations.”
I heard part of the poem say “I heard that Saddam Hussein, in solitary confinement, was spending his time writing poetry, reading the Koran, eating cookies and muffins, and taking care of some bushes and shrubs. I heard that he had placed a circle of white stones around a small plum tree.”
I stopped listening.
I heard the poem had been written three years ago and wondered why the BBC was pumping this crap out.