Here -
Where...secret hill people hide their harvest crust earnings..
Where...swift water threatens high floating walls of greasy moss and slippery cracked slate..
Where...silver steps to gated harbour crash into scalloped boats..
Where...fussy overcoats and woollen carpet shape grassy valley roadway..
Where...night light blooms on weathered cardboard shelter..
is the place language comes to die.
Here -
Where...fly-tipped memory eats up roofless factory space..
Where...stripped bare wall paintings spray the cold message of futile argument..
Where...bricked up elegance is submerged behind hungry false promise..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
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Steve Coel
