#2,579 Hastings [in memory]
There – that exhausted bunch
of roses – all cellophane wrap-
tied to a blasted bench [recall
of death] – A leaden parade of
packed out hatchbacks follow
a chock-full hearse – under an
RAF flag is lapped a cold box –
December burials clog [in this
coastal town] – A landed catch
is stacked – displayed to sell &
fatten his fishing boat’s profits
this day – We walked between
seaside attractions & industry
[this their shingle-shift stade]