Safety warning


Three ladies were picking over the safety warning
on a three foot high step ladder.
They asked me to stand up and write a full stop
on the poster about child slavery.

I could hear the screams in the ambient music
as my double espresso was hammered out,
the Paddington train crash burned as I read 
the newspaper and relived nightmares.




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Copyright Rod White 1999