Fences, with weedy ground behind.
Fattened creatures look out from trains,
but without seeing anything,
and then turn back to beeping toys.
Houses bend into view again
and once more curl away. Boxes
of grey metal, with metal doors;
concrete blocks and channels; guard rails;
walk ways, dysfunctional, ugly;
more wild plants; more fencing; junk
of dead industrialisation
roughly-placed aggressively; garbage
in coloured splitting plastic bags
[Mitcham is a fair way south in Greater London]
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