...STOP PRESS...S.O.S...Supertanker sinks...

 

Punch & Judy packed their bags

the donkeys too have gone away

inland on a holiday

they didn't stay for one more ride

 

now children never come to play

down by the deserted bay

buckets spades & waterwings

all long since laid aside

 

abandoned castles cast in sand

crumble

defenceless to withstand

seiges of the thickening tide

 

no holding back

these slicks of black

black oil will spoil this grainy gold

& leave the white chalk crudely dyed

 

 

a new armada's out at sea

supertankers rule the waves

they go about their business gaily

expected daily to collide

 

(Margate, Winter, 1979)

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