I grip tight to her hips
while dizzy wheels skid around the corners,
She glides above me
in the back of an ambulance
wrapped in bandages with an oxygen mask on.
Our driver accelerates
making the city lights blur red
and blue dance bright on her back
I barely hear her moan through the sirens.
We burst through the traffic measures & road blocks,
plastic cones squashed
like ants under slabs of concrete.
A bridge ascends ahead
and we’ve got a jump to make.
My eyes glare back through the windscreen
the safety signs smile the stars crumble to earth.
A rocket hits us
and we explode between the gap in the bridge
a wonderful spectacle
a graceful fire-work blown up into a ball of flames;
medical supplies and love.