line cutters

I am a dead man
struck by eyes of you,
I can see all the way
from here to the end of this life
and it's all coming true
it's coming straight down
the line -

it's coming right at us

so hold on tight kid
and give us a kiss on the cheek,
for luck!

now forward
towards fate, we have turned
we are faced
we await the clank
and the rattling chain
yanking us inexorably up
that first
big
hump

and you wait,
you push back and up
with your back, with trust
with my arms circled round
your waist - and your head tucked down
you whisper something
just once

well hang on for dear life, now

here it comes