With leaves fireworking
their last defiant blaze
against grey skies and the mud,
once again I forget to remember

the muted tannoy announces silence
for customers and staff
and the surreal descends
among the tins of peas and carrots

where the absence of the normal clatter
suddenly roars, catches in my throat, 
the plaintive, Sally Army bugler
scoring the sadness in these aisles, 
these isles 

with two minutes passed, 
the cacophony of the tide
of plant based diets
and too early Stollen returns
to wash over, to forget