Three tiers of noise
Caught me from the side
one from under the trailer
and on its hind
a carpet for the heels
as they crushed the madman’s legs
while he hung on to the side
of the long mirrorless lorry
the other just behind me
and beside Gibraltar Church
a woman who said
“i am a mother he surely has a mother”
then she cried but continued home
the third from the third floor
a Lebanese peeped and cried
“some relation of his will come
and claim insurance on the lorry”
with his eyes containing the container
So the lorry stopped
To give madness a ride
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