The tides go in and out
but the cliffs are stuck in
reverse:
back across the fields they creep,
to the
graves of Covehithe church.
From church to beach
was once a hike.
Today it's just a stroll.
Soon it'll
be a stone's throw.
And that path we took
along
the cliffs has itself been taken,
by winter storms.
The wheat's living on the edge.
What's to be done?
I blame the dead
in their grassy mounds,
the sailors
and fishermen
longing to be back at sea
who since
they can't get up
and stride down to the beach
entice
the sea to come to them.
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