Wilderspool Causeway

Don’t leave me here
in this chilling vehicle
near the crematorium.

The engine idles
as you reach the pump –
others glance.

Is there no-one to mind me
while you wander,
while fuel shimmers
by the paper stand?

Could you get me some chocolate?
Picnic, Topic, something to chew on?

Here I am, most helpless.
No light from marshmallow clouds
will lift me from this station.