Tumble down sculpted steep scree to track side,
silence the only incumbent. Land flat footed,
knees bleed, chest heaves, grimy clothes
smeared with mud; shoes scuffed on side
of granite buttress. Dank smell of damp mattress
dumped in Spring invades Autumn's leaf blown air.
Don't linger, dart into tunnel, ignore No Entry sign,
weave, crouch, stare straight ahead,
clearing sleepers, three at a time.
Dark provides its own light where drips echo in limbo.
Frightened rats scuttle flustered, searching shelter,
huddle away from unaccustomed company.
Splash through oily puddles,
eye catches cold gleam of metal bar above.
Jump, hold tight, close your eyes, tough it out,
stomach churns, cheeks burn,
fight the good fight with all your might.
hang like bat, but right way up.
Tune into distant roar, muscles taut, wait,
wait. Hell's inferno bores down, draws closer,
then, fleeting blur of hurtling metal machine blows,
steams through, near enough to skin your nose,
rattles teeth in sockets, jerks catapult out of pocket,
gone in a flash, leaving smoke curled round still
suspended feet, clinging to eye lashes.
Clicking in line fades, turn towards pinprick light,
drop down, head back into brightness,