Pill -Boxes
Pill boxes, crash to the beach
from the receding cliff-line
tired of watching, waiting
for the waves to bring the invader .
Barnacles conspire with seaweed
to camouflage the concrete blocks
A secret last bastion
against the relentless hunger
of the sea .
They march along the sands
Where once a chain of beacons
Spread news from point to port
and red-cheeked harvesters
reaped a sea of yellow corn;
Where church bells rang the changes
announcing life and death
and calling men to succour
sailors wrecked upon the rocks below.
You walk the strand
On bubbling cockles
And ammonite fossils
Your feet over printing
Those of dinosaurs.
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