in among the wet sand and the stony places br live a million fallen memories, br blown away to lie rotting in the rock pools br like dead crabs. br br under that soul-less sky with its deep frowning face br the muted light shines onto the green slime br and jellied condoms, br strippy weed br and tumbled plastic cups. br br if you sit quietly and listen br you will hear the echoes of yesterday, br the words of lovers and families and children br that lay in almost silent death br among the still waters, br to be gathered by the tides, br sucked out to sea br and brought back again br to fester forever, br forgotten.