After the usual one for the road
to see off another working week,
the half mile trip past the viaduct,
right off the roundabout, out along Spennels,
a left and straight home. But a pulsing blue signal
brought my eyes to the mirror. We noticed your brake light.
Get it fixed in the morning, there’s a good chap.
Reasonable men. My contemporaries.
But while we’ve got you. It’s just routine,
a normal breath sir please, in here.
If you get the green light you’ve no further worries.
Red and you’ll be coming with us.
The breath that never deserted you.
The breath of life, of liberty.
Suddenly breathing was difficult
but I sighed in the tube and handed back
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