Grey Water - Steve Coel
Here-
Where...hollow buildings shadow painted monument..
Where...decaying plastic childhood lies perched on slopes of tall decaying tree..
Where...repaired jigsaw roads wait for seasonal pacing and frosty morning..
Where...starched wrinkled skin sticks to stretched bone..
Where...daily trauma functions alongside passing rumour..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Celf Stryd - Lloegr