Traverse these airless edges.
5am to final lamp.
A litany of tunnels punched out memory of light.
Station upon station, footfall crumbled.
Dance wire, via headwall and auto-phone.
Fire extinguishers idle and fat with chemical entropy.
Sidling at platform precipice,
Heart at fingers
Trains smooth and wreathed in souls.
Swiss Cottage: Spar, Iceland & Sainsbury’s.
Detritus: lives pared like gossamer bark.
Someone says: ‘They brought her legs back in a separate bag.’
Brake dust, myriad lines.
Faith fallen in suicide pit.