-- Battersea Power Station
midnight, Autumn.
The coast train
pulls in to the
empty station
(Southbound platform).
Four carriages.
Late night final
scattered across
the blue seats.
Nothing to eat
Whisky to drink.
-- Underneath the tracks
night buses evaporate
in the mist of remorse--
A glance at the moon
------- The apparition
stares down from
the brick cathedral.
Silence empties the night.
--- Dark days herald
the return of the
English Ghost.
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