The model railway owners are lined up in church
as neatly as their train track layouts are.
Thermos flasks and lunchboxes wait patiently

as they show off miniature steam engines,
painted trees, plastic mountains, faceless men,
fake rivers shining under strip-lighting.

The enthusiast is pointing his electric finger,
asking questions beyond his years,
holding in the poo he desperately needs.

Carl Burkitt 2025