I love to swipe the crispy flakes of leftover pastry
in the steel trays of Sainsbury’s bakery section.
It’s not a sin,
or is it?
They would have thrown them away
anyways, into the putrid food waste bag,
alongside a load of unopened packets
which lie discarded, rejected, reduced,
and perfectly edible,
but awfully illegal to give
to the starving mouths in this city
and on these streets
for some reason.
Some friends of mine fish out these remains
to save some expense from their always shrinking pockets
and their always worrying conscience.
Last they told me,
in utter lament-
“They locked the bins.”
Access to their trash.