Retirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest

Stippled with mould

it lies at the foot of a lawn by a greenhouse

where earthenware

pots lie cracked like the summer soil.

The Central Line red clashes with these natural colours.

On January mornings,

Simon pulls the doors aside,

places a Macbook on the dust-accoutred moquette

and tries to write.

At Easter, Sam takes a pee

in the ferny gloom behind, where there rises the eye-

widening scent of a decomposing

fox. Little by little,

nature digests metal.

Its death is underwritten

in amber flashes of rust.