The Recce

And suddenly everything is falling. Our toes are
Crushed beneath the rubble of stores onboard. We
Blink at each other ascertaining
What just happened, leaning and sloping
With
Each
Bump, jostling
Our souls within our bodies made of shaker fries bag.

My heart was left way back there, gutted for its truth
After I spat it out at the first
Lurch
In this cross-country race.