Rippled mud, as the river ebbs and flows; creating its own patterns to soften a harsh industrial scene etched on the near horizon.
Super cranes stand sentinel, a herd of clanking dinosaurs; alert, scenting the morning breeze for passing prey.
Snails creep through crack, crevice and lichen blooms; then up over the channeled wall; sheltered from the blustering breeze and beady eyed birds
Whilst gulls wheel and cry their mournful songs above slow decaying wood and weathered stone
.... And birds gather to sit like pegs on empty washing lines; gazing at a slow sinking sun