Another Place

Cold crisp sunlight shinning through the car window.
Borrow my camera and photograph this other place
Lets feast on Pringles and bread until we arrive

Figures of brown metal creep out of the estuary
Their tight rusted skin warping in the Merseyside surf
Monsters of the deep, kings among the corral

Speak to me without speech or body language.
What do you think about at night?
What dreams of yours lies beneath these waves?

by Olly Rowland

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