A Poem in the Modern Style about Burnage Train Station

Burnage!

                             How your concrete

          Platforms             

make my soul ache.

                                 And my legs.

          A man waits;

                             What’s he doing?

                                      Who knows. He gets on the train and we’ll probably never know (because that’s what it’s like at train stations, unless you follow people, which probably isn’t a good idea, and has been legistlated against, in fact, so better not to do it, because actually I knew this guy who did that once, well I heard about it anyway, and I think he got a restraining order eventually because it was classed as stalking ev 

(cont. on p. 69)