Sunday, 31 May 2015

 Military Range, Denge

The sunshine
hurts, wind whips

over broken concrete, broken glass
thorn, heath,
tangled wire

ripples race
across the cobalt waters
of the lake

gulls rise
above the high-
tensile fencing

radar scanners
sweep, sweep
their lifeless vision

over barren shingle
over dead


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