YOUTHS ON THE LINE
- Sep 11, 2025
- 1 min read
By Glyn Matthews
Lightning in the wires
welds their bodies,
fries their silly brains
to scrambled eggs
in cranial pans.
Pompeiian arms
reach out
carbon-crisp,
hair still smouldering
in ninny-spikes.
Empty cauldrons,
eyes burned out
charred flesh,
hot mouths devoid
of shout,
caught and
cauterized by electric dogs
that prowl the rails.