nightwalking in Exeter

             some nights I’d walk myself alive.
             let the street decide. I came this close.

(dull halo of a megabus down a dual carriageway)

             tried to let go of the railings. lips
             grazing a lorry. you should. I couldn’t.

(cold wind clicking on a crane’s metal cage)

             thought I’d slip into the river. rip this
             letter I up. but my tongue became a torch.

(blue discus of an ambulance hurtling through the dark)

             push your ear to the breath of it.
             resuscitate a reason.

Shaun Hill