Cyclist (싸이클리스트)

By | 22 May 2011

He tells me he is lonely, his lover has been murdered
That was you? That was us. Motioning into distance
his eyes away from the toilet block, dismounting his

bike, keeping his helmet on; It was in all the papers.
He’s handling the bars, thumbing the levers, clicking
through gears, the park – the men and the scythe-like

moon harvesting light – the hospital and the road
ahead running, running, till the chain finally catches –
They almost got away with it, he brakes. We appealed

reaching through the framework, snapping each silver
vertebrae back into place, grafting metal link to metal
plate, the wheel turning now in its own cyclic coma.

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