At Caltex Westport
Petrol Service Station
management extracts
prize famed pound
forecourt flesh straight
from worker heart
then foolishly wonders
why corpse worker is
suddenly toes up dead
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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