Cyclish Runts Rant

To the cyclist who
nearly ran me down
as I checked my step
upon Firle Beacon –

as I tripped on
my walking stick
between deep ruts
and sheep-fresh-shit

And to the cyclist
who did run me down
as I was crossing
a road in town

I was on a zebra –
you were on a bike –
to both of you bikers –
go take a hike