XXI
Weaving backwards my
swords
counted corpses in
seconds
hanging over the
edge of cars
and buses
and vans
striding across the
rising darkness
pushing us further
and further down
Oxford Road
back towards the
library
each car a temporary
shelter
or a moment of
silence
as we kicked and
fought.
Why they didn’t
just swamp us
I didn’t know
and looked at
Mandrake
and the Man in Black
and Brooks
none of us knew
perhaps they liked
the sport
or simply weren’t
in a rush
knowing we couldn’t
stop them.
That was their
second mistake.
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