I remember the sea
sniffing the salty mineral tang
fearful of the deafening cacophony
in those last few years
before they closed the coast,
the ocean having offered up its dead
the beaches were awash, a nauseous abattoir.
I once grew vegetables in my garden
fruit too, flowers, shrubs
years before the cinders came,
and I remember the birds
cats and dogs too, all gone
and beloved Rosie.
I never go outside
the sun scorches
even the rain burns the skin
on the darker days,
and oxygen ran out last week
deliveries late again
I do hope we get water today
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© Graham R Sherwood 11/21
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 