yet, resting amongst leaves.
I did nothing wrong.
After much waiting I was taken into hand.
passed from one to another.
Broken I moved beyond sharp barriers and was cradled in
wetness, mashed to pulp.
Soon I entered a dark tunnel
where bathed in acids I altered my being.
But what I entered I also altered,
Bringing light where there had been darkness.
I brought strife where there had been peace,
pain where there had been comfort.
My journey ended in the place of corruption
but by then I had changed the world.
Gerard Benson, apart from being a poet, was jointly responsible for bring poetry onto the Underground - this poem is one of his that also ended up on the trains.
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