Tidal Ridges…
(Mawgan Porth, Cornwall…)
Incessant rows of infantry
Walk to death,
Falling into trenches
Like seeds into furrows,
Yet time rakes over
Landscape’s blots,
Until only grief abides.
Persistent lines of waves
Surf to shallows,
Curling into trenches
Like puckered corrugated iron,
Yet current smoothes over
Seascape’s creases
Until vanished beneath tides…
Pete Ray…
Marks on Mawgan Porth’s sandy shallows, like lines of WW1 soldiers falling to their deaths…
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