So, descend the steep hill

Slowly, go on

Go past the lunch cart

— Scolding tea, coffee

Hotdogs, burgers

Fried onions, ketchup —

— Succulent dark odours —

Smells so foody

— Mingling

With exhaust of traffic —

That they foment in your gut

A hunger you didn’t know you had.

Go ahead, under

The railway bridge, turn right,

Allotments to your left

— Carrots, beans, raspberries

Basil, rosemary, parsley

Marigolds, sunflowers —

Big billboard to your right,

Advertising what?

— Aftershave, expensive, nice bottle —

No, well how about a new car?

— 4×4, hybrid, leather seats —

They can create in you a desire,

A desire you didn’t know you had.

Carry on a minute, and end up

In the shadow

Of a disused chapel

— Three in the afternoon

The hour of death

All over the world —

See the long black cars

Unmoving,

— Black hat…