The plump lady
who occupied
with her behind
the front two seats

of the green bus
has passed away
and no one went
to her lonely

sad funeral
except a priest
and the lady
from the sweet shop

who sold Sally
the plump lady
dark chocolate
bars each morning

and cigarettes
and the old man
who lived next door
who used to peep

through net curtains
as she undressed
in the evenings
and others sit

where she once sat
and sunlight shines
into the bus
where she once sat

and others sense
the morning heat
that she blocked out
by sitting there

whom none talked to
but all would stare.