Estuary Mud
nothing changes
the past,
stuck fast
it has faded
but people still cling to the mast
even though it has sunk
into estuary mud
there is no rescue,
no dunkirk tug
the future is to be feared
in its own unique way
it is better to play dominos with a ghost
and complain about decay
that is why nothing has changed
the east end boys
and the cackling girls
moved in,
and then something moved out
tell me, what is that all about
James Garratt
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Estuary Mud – Undated but most likely 2013 (Aged 37/38)
