Brian Routh

Rookie - 0 Points (9th March 1948 / Gateshead, County Durham)

Routes - Poem by Brian Routh

Exacting as it is
it takes the route to end all routes
I see and stop and pause to breathe and wipe my brow
which did I hear before the dawn broke
did I get to it
did it collar me fast
I dream of eternal sucking and blowing
I whiz with barely time to wipe my ass
hanging onto pipes
here and there
getting my bearings
which tunnel takes me where?
my eyes red and watery
my glasses frosted with ice
my arms and legs numb
my heart speeding
loud sounds
my heart the loudest
visual oasis
bombed out buildings burn't black
the blue sky
on the other side of the wall

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 27, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 27, 2005

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