Initial thoughts: steel birds
had flown in first before us
of barbed or razor wire
but got them into tangles on the ground
before they later lined
their Brave New World(ly) homes
All this was bramble once
and not so long ago.
Where is the spot
on which I once proposed?
where we became engaged?
So difficult to tell.
A large oak (just a while ago)
is split as though by lightning.
but in form a giant clothes peg now,
a concept sculpture maybe
for a West End gallery.
And in the pool -
I don't recall a pool -
its mirror image, grey and powdery,
wavers slightly as
the more uncertain twin.
And here and there
a corpse or two - small animals
that did not have the legs to make it,
lost out to the wind that drove the flames
far faster than a man could run.
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