Simon Armitage: King's Cross

Saturday 09 July 2005 00:00 BST
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Here's you after the fact, found by torchlight,
being-less, heaped, boned of all thought and sense.
The camera can barely look. Or maybe,
just maybe, you live. Here's you on the News,
shirtless, minus a limb, exiting smoke
to a backdrop of red melt, on to streets
paved with gilt, begging a junkie for help.

This poem will be in 'From Here to Here: Stories Inspired by London's Circle Line', published by Cyan Books next month

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