Marble

Marble

He stumbled down the platform
trailing odour like the wake from a supertanker.
Struggling through the sliding doors,
scattering us like marbles,
he slumped into the nearest seat,
a can of Tenants Extra gripped
in a brown and bloated hand,
his face encrusted with life's abuses.
He snoozed, dribbled down his grubby shirt
and my stomach lurched in disgust
at my lack of benevolence.