weston on mare

Trudging slowly over wet sand

Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town

That they forgot to close down

(Armageddon - come Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!)

Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard :

"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"

In the seaside town

...that they forgot to bomb

Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Trudging back over pebbles and sand

And a strange dust lands on your hands

(And on your face...)

Photographer: Andrew Meredith