The builder blows his cigarette fumes

Into the melancholy morning air

They dissipate almost instantly

Carriages which once seemed years away

Pull in to collect their passengers

And so, a new journey has begun.

 

The heavens have opened up today

Cocky schoolboys are drenched to the bone

We fly past acres of nothingness,

Houses built out of an afterthought,

Street art which will one day meet its fate,

Pylons which have seen much better days.

 

“Ah cheer up you miserable get!”

Shouts someone more jovial than I

At least passengers’ spirits are high.

The air, colder than a corpse, drifts in

A sobering realisation

We have now reached the final platform.

 

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