QUIET DESPERATION

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QUIET DESPERATION

by STEVE RUDD

Between Southport and Liverpool, on a bog-standard train
I witnessed a miracle, in the face of gnarled pain,
And a man, on the edge, of not just his seat…

Staring into the depths of a life on the tracks,

Beaten by work, every day, there and back.

Heads supported by hands. Fingering tabloids;
Earphones intact. Not a single soul speaks.

It’s a conversation killer if ever there was none.
A silence pervades…
The music of screams.

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