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Slow encroaching waters - the sea lapped foundations
I worry about the torturer’s horse -
I know it’s futile, but I do.
Out in the desert where sand
meets dark in a clash of arms.
When I first kissed the puckered skin
Granny found herself beached
in her whale-boned corset
Squat walls thick above
the Thames frosted flood-fields…,