Forests split in two by asphalt musings
Fog hovers lost over what remains
In-between weather stained branches and berry chains dancing
magpies navigate routes to the treasure trove.
Three pillars fortified fly posted luminous
shopping arcades and chemical silos
Cobel freight ferries docked on the muddy banks of this fair city lost
Flashbacks to Brands Hatch - lines of the railroad rust under the belly of this generation
Cancerous lungs in these petri dish ponds
White albums white wash the hillsides with ivory key conversations
Everywhere around us - down roman roads and up castle hills.