The Walberswick Groinmen…
Like in science fiction they seemed to haul
Themselves from the North Sea’s feisty tide.
Haggard folks, drowned, shrivelled and chained
Together like slaves or prisoners, alongside
The fallen, their demise chaotic and strained
In a scenario designed to appal.
Green weed clung to them like a disease,
As they emerged like spooks from the depths of hell.
Beggared folks, doomed, shrunken and charred,
Together in line, marching to death’s knell,
As if gassed and blinded at the Somme and scarred,
Forever damned and never able to find release…
Pete Ray
13th September 2023…
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