EUROSTAR

Crippled,

He crawled like a caterpillar,

But with less flexibility

And fewer legs.

Then, one day at the beginning of June,

He found a hole in

The island where he had been born.

He crawled into this hole,

With many others too,

Who had also learned of

The warm safe opportunity

That it offered.

In that Hole he became

A worm within a worm.

He slept as though he was in a chrysalis

As the outer worm

Wormed and wound its way beneath seas

And over lands.

Until

Something or some one

Tapped on his on the carapace

Of his chrysalis

And he woke and emerged into greyish daylight

Where he was sad to find that he

Did not have the power of flight

And had no iridescent and flickering

Multi-coloured wings.

In overcast grey stained concrete fact

He was now more like a maggot that ever

As he sat

Just another fat Englishman

On South Brussels railway station where

Nothing ever sprouted.