28 May 2012
He dashed into the phone box
Needing to make a call
He had to tell his wife
He'd be late home after all
Replacing the receiver
He turned to push the door
It opened just an inch
But wouldn't move any more
And then a sudden rumbling
From beneath his feet
The phone box, it was sinking
Underneath the street
Panic swiftly rising
Air was growing thin
An empty box replaced
The one that he was in
Now the box was still
And deeply underground
Tears had soon replaced
The fear that he had found
For the last thing that he saw
Before his rictus grin
A hundred telephone boxes
Each with a caller in...
Phonebox • Opuss № I