6. Charing Cross

No-one with name pressed into service
Unwilling hand neighbourless nervous
Pulled from the crowd into the open
From the savouring of the broken

Out of the swell swinging and swaying
No longer with the watching weighing
Feels the cold draught luckless and lonely
The mob divides staring and stony

Carrying a cross feeling it chafing
Laden down with loss stricken and strafing
Evading all the eyes of cheerless chary
Stumbling bestrewn watchful and wary

The carriage marked by sightless seeing
There but for grace we are agreeing
Lift up that song cheerfully chanted
Onto another wrongs are planted

Carrying a cross feeling it burning
While they are away laughing and learning
To the wilderness tramped and transported
Our embarrassment’s excused exported