From a distance

From a distance

Helping hands

Are so hard to come by

The walking frames

Wobbling

On the footpath

So many of you

In breathable fabrics

With elastic waists

Scrag ends

Herded by handlers

Trained as wranglers

An organised outing

Freed from the facility

For the day

Progressing slowly

Along the clifftop

A short stumble

From the edge

Lemmings never looked

Like this

Blood-stained shadows

Cast on walls

Short term

Ephemera

As may be

We are minded

To remain

For the longest time

Blasted into the concrete

By a force nine

A nuclear winter

Approaches

Nobody escapes

We will all die

Of exposure

As the tide turns

The beach beckons

Sand between your toes

Transports you

Dump the frame

Play pat-a-cake

Dig a hole

Roll back the years

Laugh like a drain

Miss the last train

For a bag of chips

And a light ale.