Thursday 26 November 2009

#19 - Emergency

If you're lashed to the mast
the sirens lose their power.

An ambulance shot past
in the opposite direction
so fast, its dopplered wail
sounded like a baby
falling past a tower block window.

I kept my head down,
hands out of trouble in snug pockets,
a half-smile under my hood
as behind me

the first charge went off
like a blast of spume.

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