New Day, London
days, other cities
materialise out of the stuff of London's morning.
Kraków, with its fine stone flutes and flowers;
then, to wake
in a city at war with itself
a chosen conflict,
a civil war, of road rage.
day its participants rise
marshalled from their beds
echoing a still more ancient summons.
of pulling on the boots of battle,
they lock themselves in body vehicles.
down, race lights, driver after driver
leads the charge.
all around them whirls
the largely unseen enemy
© Sally Crawford, 1998