John Greening

X5

issue 02 March 2013

The bus slows at the dancing
blue and ignis fatuus
of yellow vest and chequered
bodywork. There’s one car
in the ditch and one with an L
slewed across the featureless
straight run from Cambridge.





Our driver rolls down
the glass – five or six hours,
it’s as bad as it gets – and lets
the swish and flip and grim
theatricality as emergency
vehicles keep arriving
(cutting tools, the doors





of an ambulance swung back)
enter the overheated bus
alongside cold rumour.

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