Mission
I dug a huge momentum out of the ground
so big it made grooves in my back and lanes
in my feet and people watched and shouted
approval, some clapped, I staggered under
its weight and did not see who I passed just
moving without buckling along streets painted
yellow and gold heading to where I thought
the gods might dwell, hoping to catch them in;
busy, I suspected, from burying momentums
David Blake
Thu 9th Jul 2020 01:00
Almost reminds me of Roger McGough in some of his shorter stuff. I really enjoyed reading this, thanks. DB.