Retirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest
Stippled with mould
it lies at the foot of a lawn by a greenhouse
pots lie cracked like the summer soil.
The Central Line red clashes with these natural colours.
On January mornings,
Simon pulls the doors aside,
places a Macbook on the dust-accoutred moquette
and tries to write.
At Easter, Sam takes a pee
in the ferny gloom behind, where there rises the eye-
widening scent of a decomposing
fox. Little by little,
nature digests metal.
Its death is underwritten
in amber flashes of rust.