The Bikers
Speed kills — I remind myself day by day
Published in
Aug 4, 2024
The bikers blur their way into town
a cavalcade of silver light
duck grease & warm leather
flying down the lanes
Heads move down
the high street without thinking
a quick left to right
& for a moment I’m a
different person
in possession of another
two-wheeled life
Did I miss out on bar fights
& elaborate tattoos
because I began the
slow process of
quitting drinking
at a gauche 22?
There are days when the old
death wish still raises a bony claw
but nine others flex their
tiny muscles in warning
Stay Away! & so far
touch wood, I do
Copyright Simon Heathcote
