As the trail ends
Stoured in seaglass
and coal they speak
of something more tragic
than parallels
and coal they speak
of something more tragic
than parallels
shoreside rituals
in tiding rows
rolling erosion
like a silence
in tiding rows
rolling erosion
like a silence
they distract
the longshore
the longshore
plumblining the
emptiness above
emptiness above
at its light-pealing
edge
edge
beckoning downwards
to flood the very thought of it
to flood the very thought of it
- Will Triggs