Part 1
The press were still
reporting
About the slaughter
at the station
For days after.
Lacing into the
carnage
With every angle
imaginable
From the young girl
At W H Smiths
Who thought she saw a
ghost
And the policeman
Who nearly died
For the following two
weeks
In the hospital
Almost convinced that
God
Sent him a angel
To guide him
Into the afterlife,
Interlinking human
interest stories
With the just plain
daft
And melodramatic
From schoolboys
shielding
Their pet dogs,
To a train driver
Who slept through
everything
In his carriage,
Bleeding out every
ounce
Of possible news
They could
Before they would
move
Onto the football
Just up the road,
Totally not realising
This was just the
beginning
Of the end.
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