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Scuffle on the Underground February 23, 2009

Posted by Phil Groom in London Life, Poetry.
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The crowded trains
the need for space
the endless crush
of the human race
a race against time
a race against waste
a race erased on every face
by frowns and fears
and jokes and jeers
till thinly veiled
wrath
breaks through
a cough
a sneeze
a dread disease
a shout
release
a fist finds space
then silence falls
and words replace
the thin veneer
of the human race…

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