Part XVIV and Andrew Smith II

(Part 19 moving straight along takes Andy (from his point of view this time) and Michelle and Ghana out of the underground or project if you wish back to the streets and the village, explaining everything has changed even if you haven’t realised it)

(Also included is the second guest poem from my friend Andrew Smith)

XIX

Let’s take this street you said

Then the next and 

Walk past the amber light of

The clock of St Anne’s Church,

Next to the dusty smell of

The Royal Exchange 

Leading to Waterstones

Where bodies vanish over-night

Stare up at the caged moonlight

Looking at us 

Like a book of illusions 

Dipping into our skulls, 

Changing the meaning

Of all that I knew existed before

Within minutes of 

Walking out of the tunnel,

****

Movement in the dark, damp space II

The world seemed so dark

As I lay in this pit of misery

The memory of blood and fear was still so stark

A horror scene forever etched so grisly

They seemed so few at first

Feasting on friends I had worked with for years

But the iron warm scent brought more with a thirst

Teeth and claws, red eyes and pointed ears

It was supposed to have been a myth

Rat people of Manchester a joke

A tall tale to drink and toast with

Not the ripping of flesh and blood to soak!

I dare not move, or even breathe

All I could do was listen

As one by one they started to leave

Dragging varying sized lumps that seemed to glisten

When the coast seemed clear

And silence descended

My consciousness shifted a gear

Clarity of thought momentarily mended

I appeared to have been spared

My limbs seemed remarkably intact

On my feet I assessed how now the situation faired

Thoughts of flight mixed with fear totally wracked

No one would believe me

I’m now suspect one to the crime

I needed proof or never be free

Or be the most hated of my time...