A Dead End Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

When racing motorbikes
around the Isle of Man
one must be aware
of deadly hairpin corners...

one does not see
until it is too late
to avoid or escape
a life racing out of line.



Many a great rider
has died an early death
racing rained, washed out, corners
‘the (sudden) dead don’t see’...

when never
going fast enough
until they have to stop
dead quick.



Attempting to get
a winner’s medal...

when racing the unforgiving
prestigious Isle of Man.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock