"Goodbye Ipswich!"

And leaned from the train as it stood at the platform.

Then later, suddenly, he said:

"Where's the baby?";
"Why don't you bring him up?";
    "'cos I 'aven't eaten him yet".

His dark skin was covered in grime
But light grey against it his exquisitely neat hair
Moved in soldierly ripples from nape to front,
Carefully combed but never washed.