April 1999

They sprayed out from the crush
at the gap. Started by the rumble
Trucks double-back wheels. Laden
Lumbering in to the high-side
of the bend. Stopped
but for the press
the front-runners stood
anxious at sudden freedom
- a perilous path
The lorry came on.
Yo's stricken, mounted each other
Goaded on. No place to go
No choice to stay
Leading votive lambs, offers
to some roadside deity.