Tunnel walls focus
To Enlarging
Running
People
Reality breathing close
as life stutters
a quick dash people;
metal will scrape
brooding, echoing
resonant
cries
Sonic waves colliding
before flesh
and metal come together
and screams hint at
loss, regret, honor or victory
screams of silent dead faces
tarmac comfort
in a cool cave like forgotten tunnel
blades move on
muscles tensed,
beads of sweat or blood
mixed in orange sodium gloom
a blade moves across a throat
no pause for a light hearted jingle
KidCarl was bleeding not dying
curled in an empty truck wheel arch
hands protecting ears from death rattle melody
Mong Kok boys
and ShaTin girls.
The remaining
leave to where they came from
Agro4 and adrenaline drained
Blood congealing
Hatred blossoming.
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