Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

Latimer Road (2016)

All these people clumping from the station
In a line like synchopated elk
Clutching things
grumping to their workstalls
where they treadle
at the fingerpedal
with each other.

They bounce a sound that rattles down the archways
the heartbeat of the pavement in the
wet
a splashing drum
it calls the fish into the net
thrumming out the beckon
on the streetskin

come! come! come!

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