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River Dee’s Dead Poem and Fine Art Photography By Rona Campbell
They are laid out to die,
cold slabs of her,
that once sealed her in are
beside themselves with tomorrows sorrow;
cast up bits of her;
paralysed particles,
parcels of ice.
There’s something pathetic about
the fact they are solidly stuck
to the bank;
abandoned opaque remains,
with a hint of the human grave.
She, Dee, is relieved to be
free of this weight,
as she gurgles on towards the sea.
