For December's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem 'At The Oil Depot' by Sam Burnside.
It is taken from his collection Forms of Freedom.
AT THE OIL DEPOT
It is quite a new vehicle –
Station wagon, four-wheel drive, jeep-kind-of-thing –
A crossover car, that is it:
Loads of room for the family,
Dog-guard in the back, but no dog today.
He opens the tailgate and the shop-man eases in
A five-gallon drum – blue in colour, plastic –
heavy with home-heating oil
I guess. Meanwhile,
Even though she sits there quietly in the front passenger seat
She appears to be in some other place.