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Leaving Bangkok
Had he been riding the moped,
Of which there was now little left?
From behind my taxi window,
Cocooned in sweetly freshened air,
I imagined the pain and death
And the relatives, all bereft.
Peering out, I could see him, sprawled,
Bloody, like meat. ‘Airport soon, sir’
Announced the driver. Soon I'm gone
From this unyielding, lethal place,
Flying home through thin-aire...
Thursday 27th April 2023 8:01 am
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