train journey on hottest day of the year

pilgrims in a metal tube
sun magnified by glass

burning as I hurtle through
dry countryside

pissing at 110mph

air con is fucked
carriage smells of death

hopeful idiots fan themselves
with laptops, shoes,

it’s futile

I think of ice

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