Welcome to Grief Club. This is death’s party and they know everyone. The Angel of Death is in pursuit, but their bicycle chain is rusted and you’ve already cycled across England.

The pallbearers of my grief

have slipped to their knees.

I wander through the shifting gloom

between streetlights, until

I hit the reaching black

of country roads —

those corners you can't see around.

The blazing hell of headlights.

He's coming, he's coming for me.

Angel Warwick is a poet from the South Coast of England, as well as an avid cyclist and consumer of scotch whisky that tastes like peat bog water. He left school at 12 and learnt to write in online poetry communities.

Softcover, printed with thermographic ink on receipt paper, 12.7x7.5cm
Published 2024 by betweenthehighway