Poetry by Angel Warwick

Published by betweenthehighway

2.25” x 91”

Thermal printing on receipt paper

Edition of 300

2024

Welcome to Grief Club. This is death’s party and they know everyone. The Angel of Death is in pursuit, but their bicycle chain is rusted and you’ve already cycled across England.

      The pallbearers of my grief
            have slipped to their knees.
      I wander through the shifting gloom
      between streetlights, until
      I hit the reaching black
           of country roads —
      those corners you can't see around.
      The blazing hell of headlights.
      He's coming, he's coming for me.


Angel Warwick is a poet from the South Coast of England, as well as an avid cyclist and consumer of scotch whisky that tastes like peat bog water. He left school at 12 and learnt to write in online poetry communities. For inquiries and support with the Grief Club, write Angel: adgwarwick@gmail.com