Wild flowers and a wreath for the lost at sea
An ode to our sinking world
As seen from the embankment safety
One way or the other we shall all end buried at sea
Our name and number will feed the statistical policy
Like migratory fowl we are looking for the sunny side
Somewhere beyond an ever receding horizon
Lest the million hands of the treacherous waves
Like a crowd in a fear-mongering frenzy
Catch us by the feather or a toe…
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery