
engines thrumbing
you stop
and swallow
the victims
of your passage
they fill your insides
layer by layer
each one swaying
to the rhythm
of your
lumbering march
crawling along
a giant catterpillar
lurching on
your uneven path
all inside sway
this way and that
stoically holding on
your ribs giving support
you stop
coughing, expelling the
irritants
while more
clamour for your
attention
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