Contaminated Land
Ancient submerged volcanoes Rise up from the ocean floor, Their tips littering the landscape As tremendous shadows of the past Cast a barely visible film
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Ancient submerged volcanoes Rise up from the ocean floor, Their tips littering the landscape As tremendous shadows of the past Cast a barely visible film
A letter from a German god, Did bring new players to the game; Their moral thoughts we now think odd, And nothing now would be