The Roman Sandal, Lizard Peninsula, Cornwall…
The military might of Legions,
The unlimited marching,
Purging,
Surging;
The insensitive force,
The abominable course
Of power, strength and organisation.
Leaving behind carnage,
No real peace…
Yet buildings and roads,
A sense of purpose?
The military boot of Legions,
The hobnails of Centurions,
Legionaries,
Auxiliaries;
The impassive force,
The irrepressible wars
Of slavery, death and invasion.
Leaving behind luggage,
One lone sandal…
A legacy, an epitaph,
An impression to impose?
Pete Ray
Just along the coast path, towards Lizard Point, there is a rocky outcrop, which looks remarkably like a Roman soldier’s sandal…
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