One of the policemen told me afterwards
they couldn’t believe more
weren’t hurt or even killed
given the size of the crush,
And the fire that sprang
from it afterwards
blazoning across the sky
Let alone how the hell
I wasn’t killed doing what I did.
‘I’m not a hero’ I said to him
with a smile
that bordered on terror
rather than pride
which in truth
summed up the way things went
spiked in melancholia.
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