Altitude and Air

Drags a bag,

Trapped leg.

Wheels..

too small,

Don’t ...glide.

Misses train,

On,

Platform ..5.

Kicks a stone,

Hits the wall.

Hinged neck,

Sees,  up there,

Al-titude

And,

Air.

Emollient hand,

Needed now.

To distance,

The ..ab-stract  war,

No-one survives ..

But,

He still breathes,

On platform ..

Five.

The train people’

Read the news:

‘Through rocks he rode,

To save his skin’

‘Could not defeat,

Enemy,

Within.

Drags a bag,

Leg is dead!

Resting head,

Dreams begin.

Loudspeaker..

Station side:

‘Postmodern pleasures,

Consumed and gone,’

The rocks he  rode,

saved his skin..

Lifts his chin.

Sees ... up there

Al-titude....

And ...

Air.

B. C. Donnelly.

August 03 20.

Completed 03/12/21