Along The Unhallowed Way

Along The Unhallowed Way short poem

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The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair

Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking

Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything,

What it takes and never gives back. The load.

With wheels of fire and halos running all amuck

These two desperados meander along past

The pound shops and the bookies and the booze 24/7ers

They know all these places very well. Too well.

Dave pushes Jim through the kebab litter

Outside Hope’s old A & E, past the smokers,

Through the entrance, towards the woman,

They’ve come to see. Their mother.

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A father of five I work for the Open University in the UK. I have had two collections of poems published: 'Sound Bites' by Envoy in 1992 and 'Lifting the Veil' by NHS in 1997.
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