The skeletons hang from the trees.
Two roundels in the windscreen where the tax disc should be.
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The man next door looks thin and sick.
He lives on chocolate and cigarettes.
Says he wants to be a mechanic.
Just as well: his truck’s
always going nowhere.
It’s parked behind a half-sized
bus owned by a man with a big
red beard. He wears a trilby hat
with a badge pinned on it.
The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
We’re all packed in here
on this patch of sandy ground.
Tonight, snow will come
to catch us unawares…