The taxi
driver sang
wordlessly,
tunelessly,
to the smell of
sweat
and
cherries
Passed by a
bedraggled man
holding
words in black and red
'Don’t go to
Hell' they said,
'It is a
Place of Torment'
The taxi
driver muttered
“wasn’ goin
that way, anyway”
carried on
his journey
and his
humming
