He wakes up.
He gets up with difficulty.
He quickly swallows
A cup of tea
With two sugars and not too much milk.
He catches the 8:17 to Euston
And arrives on time.
He's dead. Dead to a dead world
Of dead on time people,
Thriving on punctuality sandwiches.
The train was late today.
There was an accident near the station.
Some stupid young chap
Threw himself under the train.
Now he's dead. Dead to a dead world
In which to dying for life
Seems better than living to die.
November 1969
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