A dirty night in the Menai Straits…
a paddle steamer on a sudden sandbank -
pounding itself, pounding itself, pounding…
seas silencing the hullabaloo.
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For the last time, the lifeboat pulls for the shore.
Two lovers, roped to the mast, drown their joy.
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All turned to chalk on the dark sea bed.
Far, far above was the muffled cry
of gulls, the cormorant’s swift shadow.
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