This last day of light, we went to Crosby
A huge beach near Liverpool, famous for
Lifesize statues of Antony Gormley
Stood on the beach or in the sea. There are
A hundred identical men. They stare
Westwards towards the ocean, all thinking
Of another place, like America
Perhaps they're meant to be remembering
Friends or family, all disappearing
By ship or aircraft far beyond the sea
Landing like Columbus on that far shore
And so these statues all stand there, longing
For lost relationships, no more to be
Seen, left naked and bereft, loved no more
Sat 30 Oct
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