Petrol Station with a Grass Roof

…as seen on the 16:15 London to Nottingham.

At first a blank, but the moment I begin to write
a sheep appears from behind the rooftop
chewing on greased-up blades
licking its lips longer than usual

while below a tanker pulls in
viking at the wheel, shakes his gold ring
tambourine of an arm at the attendants
to unscrew his caps and drain the trailer.

Satisfied, he leans forward and pulls out
a scalded sheep’s head, plucks an eye
tugs a cheek with his oily finger.

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