london GHOST BIKEA Poem by Orlando Furioso
The Ghost Bikes of London are tragic sights, marking as the they do the spots where cyclists have met their deaths. I photographed this one this morning near Kings Cross Station.
Following, always a-following
Following you now
Ticking of spokes
Just a bike!
A riderless bike
All white, just a-coasting along behind you
Tyres ... white
White, whites, eyes, white
Can you see me? Deep Lee
Late at night, No-No-November
To an empty, emptier, emptying red, bed, bled, dead
© 2012 Orlando Furioso
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Last Updated on April 23, 2012
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