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	On being watched There's a deep breath from iron lungs "Floop" goes the air-tight seal Heavenward or hell bent? The world goes through revolutions We could drop straight through The floor of earth and out The far side, urged on as dinner guests Of gravity and served a platter of space Where would we all end up? Upended perhaps in reddest Australia Or maybe flying through space Watching time hit the wall Perhaps creeping over the skirts Of the seven sisters, or riding Roughshod over magnets As a little boy I would stand In Schofields, Lewis's, BHS Feeling my young soft insides "Floop" too as the mechanic Mind of this metal cell crush Took me from toys to air If I was good the mandibular doors Would open in unison And the moment would pass Into polished parquet floors And the ever-watching dalek head, Upside down with its one Red eye winking at me, would turn And feast its demonic slight On some other shrugging child © David Incoll 2001
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