The Director Said, ‘CUT!’


Silent Witness – what a show! I think it has few peers.

But I have a nagging worry as it travels through the years.

Livers, lungs and severed spleens

Are being splashed across our screens

More now than they’ve ever been.

What more is there to see?


Bladders, gall and otherwise: brains and private parts

Are snipped and sliced and sloshed around and geared to chill our hearts.

I ache for those who’ve lost their nuts

And bolts and portions of their guts

That undergo a thousand cuts.

There can’t be more to see?


I’ve been a silent witness too. But now I have to speak.

I still enjoy the programme but my stomach’s feeling weak.

And what happens to those missing bits?

Fed to fish? Flung in skips?

Or served for breakfast at the Ritz?

Dinner?  Not for me.