Dead Travellers

The dust of the dead grimace beneath my weight
The natural and mostly unatural smells of the living infect my nasal cavity
Empty vessels riding in solitary unison
Individual lives conjoined yet remain unknown
O’er moors and beyond
The expense of movement
The extra unwanted costs of public transport

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