‘It is no hero, no ideal, just the industrially reproduced body
of a middle-aged man trying to remain standing and trying to breathe.’ Anthony Gormley
They are still standing and their slow carapace
of barnacles breathes. Small pools of eaten
razor clams and star fish lie at their feet – fry
dart amongst seaweed fronds and the dead.
An off shore breeze brings the calls of distant
sea birds close. The RNLI flag stiffens
and plastic kites,
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APPLES AT ERDDIG: A GLIMPSE OF AVALON
ORGANISED CRIMES
APPLES AT ERDDIG: A GLIMPSE OF AVALON
OCTOBER 4TH