Write-up draft
Introduction
Echoes
tap
tap
break into my silence
The substation
The Jubilee line
The constant rattling growl
When I hear helicopters
I think how travel has changed over the past five centuries and how
the people buried here could never have imagined such things
Tap
Tap
Metal voices outside the wall
Her voice
Two voices
Where are you all?
I remember the emotion I felt
The very first time I encountered Crossbones
I was overwhelmed with sadness and anger
for the people who had been used and abused throughout their lives
and showed so little respect at death
drone
voices
trains
remember
thousands of souls
dropped into their cold, cold graves
feel them here
I think of how our winters don’t come near those of times before industrialisation started
Even in the early 1800s, the Thames would freeze over
December’s chill
Toes numb by the end
Nothing changes.
