I drop the paper
We start in silence
I never look
At their faces
Angry men
Stumps
Rootless stems
I never look
but he understands
their despair
he's impatient
defiant
and he'all take me
back
To the start
bridge by bridge
we run
along the
Southbank
Reverse timeline
the crowd
will swallow me
I call out his name
the invisible
string
That connects us
Feels fragile
And it will snap
as I am pulled
into the
jaws of humanity
stripped back
anatomical model
just spine
I look out for Banksy's girl
with the heart-shaped balloon
And she's gone
Goon Park scene
hell is scrubbed clean
concrete is silent
flowers wilt
At the rain
Barrier
I break down.
Thursday, 8 June 2017
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