Drivel
we balanced along
The embankments edge,
And past the Dead Dog Tree.
The view from the eyes that
Flew above aerials hum
Left us down in the gravelled
Crawl. Scratch and tap among
The ash heaps and the concrete
Cracks. Left to lie in the
Heart of the seldom sun.
Copyright © Mark Priestley | Year Posted 2018
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