Water — Viaduct

Where, once, the railway was embanked
a field of cabbage now extends.

But every hundred paces, brick supports,
the width of all four railway tracks, arise.

Look up to see, across the cloud,
cables for the rails, and cables for the power.

No trains.

No birds.

No wind.

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The Anger Of Water
Three Flawed
Viaduct
The Mere Of Ice
Cold War
the brick the brick the pattern

Виадук




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