Thursday 29 September 2016

Grace

It's not very long before
They start rolling out the free
Bottled water. "Sparkling or-?"

Still we're here. A standstill,

A brief cloud of momentum
Paused. An onward feeling halted.

We get sporadic updated from

A faceless man who has the grace
To sound sad. No one else.

A man opposite me jokes

To his near-by stranger that soon
"Drinks on me!". How funny.

Meanwhile a person is lying

Dead on the rail tracks beneath us.
A human. A child. Once.

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