In passing conversation the other day I turned
My head away from you, stopped listening or
Talking and stared at the poster that our line
Manager had posted on the window between the
Staff room and the customer toilets.
There were no other information, just those two
Words in faded blood red under the dull series
Of blue dashes.
For the rest of the week, while I replenished
The stock on the canned goods aisles, mopped
Up spilt wine near the frozen goods section
While Kevin was on lunch, and labelled the
Meats close to their best before date as
Half price, for the rest of that week I just
Stared at customers, not saying a word except
For when they were
Out of ear shot
And at that point I would whisper sorry to
Every single one of them.
When Martin is locking up I sometimes take a
Few of the canned pears without paying.
I like those. And I'm not sure it matters