Life That Should Be Taken Poem by Alistair Plint

I stopped
to smell a flower

A
tiny
yellow
flower
that
eyed
the
morning
sun-rise
through the tar

Just walked
between
the trucks
the motor bikes
the cars
hogging
and hooting
the motorway

bent down
to a knee
to smell the
yellow
flower

With
horrifying
speed
the determined
Vee eight
engine
proved it's
masculinity
passed us

I was left
to write the story
The flower
didn't

make

it


Sometimes the wrong prayer
is answered
or the right prayer
is answered
on the wrong
subject



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