White Knuckle Ride
Gripping white knuckle ride!
From the long slow clanking chain ride to the top
Looking skywards, leaning back further, till almost horizontal
At the summit, all time stands still.
An eternity, lost in a flash
Down, down, down, facing the bowels of hell
Thundering, silently, swiftly, ever closer
Last on... Now at the top
Freeze my gaze at the back of so many heads
Everybody’s hair, flowing swiftly towards me
Following, helpless at the mercy of gravity and gravitas
Solemnness, mirthless, faceless. I follow them.