Bethnal Green Tube Disaster 1943
picked up stuff from the bundle shop
the buses disgorged the living the dead
coming from the flix
whooshing blast from the park
bethnal green tube
couldn’t get down
couldn’t get down
wet steps 25 watt bulb
crushed into a ball
against the damp concrete wall
dumped in a heap a last touch
my sister slipping sliding from reach
asphyxiated crushed ribs
purple bloated faces
lumping the little ones
on the lorries like the coal man
hillsborough grenfell tower
aberfan the cover ups still rain
over the washed entrance steps
cluttered down on the tracks
mortuary slabs cold as custard
she’s gone girl
she’s gone
©nicholas catlin
