Lidl Zombies
This time
the soup is bland & it might all be pointless
robots pushing their trolleys
wishing they were robots
collecting steak pies & pastry, wandering
wheels askew & turning
the new year, aimless. Outside
they are muted. Inside
they have dreams / desires / fears / vices / wants
that we might like to listen to.
I’d be fine if you cried in this car park
where we’ve sat before, the light of a German supermarket
never seeming to illuminate all their inefficiencies.
So maybe it won’t next time
when we’ll forgive them moving about the aisles
in their futility. Next time
we might forgive ourselves for our own.
Next time our soup might have more salt.
Fraser Currie is enrolled at the University of Glasgow on the MLitt Creative Writing programme, where he intends to develop his novel and a poetry collection. Much of his work has roots in absurdity, alienation, queerness, and death. He has contributed to publications including METAL Magazine and From Glasgow to Saturn.