GREENGROCER Poem by Nyk de Vries

It was early in the morning. In the distance I saw a big black cross, but when I more or less crashed into it on my bike it turned out to be a charred tree. I sat down, took out a bottle of Fanta, my favourite drink, and after about a quarter of an hour I saw a small van drive up. It was the mobile greengrocer. He stopped, got out and dumped his entire load of carrots, peppers, lettuces and cauliflowers in the ditch. I looked on stunned, although I understood what was happening. I'd seen it with a friend of mine in showbiz. Whatever you sell, you end up hating