Christopher Barnes

A Latitude at my Fingertips

Indelible at the scene
a stunned girl drowned
deleted from the gutter
of a raging-gale pier.

Now airspace modifies its light
and the chemosphere freshens.

Dead certainty, once and for all
I'll not wince for the North Shields mob.
I sunk my promise with a pebble,
the ripples were catastrophic.

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