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Cornered

You and a friend get onto a train. There’s a woman sitting in a window seat. The two seats opposite her and the one next to her are all free. Which two seats would you and your friend occupy?

Cornered

Two UKIP-ers on a train
Boring bullets through my brain
Slippery smiles and slimy voices
Talk of politics and choices
Breathe across me, steal my air
No consideration there
At Farage I’ve had enough
Want to tell them where to get off

One says he backed into a wall
Hasn’t repaired his car at all
Carriage empties, yet they smother
We’ve been deserted’ says the other
One beside me, one ahead
Stifled by their stinking spread
Squeezing past them. ‘Getting off?’
Yes. I’m leaving. End. Full stop.

© Heather Wastie
September 2018

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