where tests were made for the A-Bomb.
Now these stone structures decay
like the cliffs and castles on this Eastern coast.
The wind bites bitterly from the North Sea
whistling as if the spirits
of those perished in the brutal depths
here in this cold and indifferent ocean.
The very sea seems to be on fire,
Nature has returned to Orford Ness
bringing Sea Peas and other flowers
as concrete cracks like ice in a thaw.
Seagulls emit a lament as the roaring sea
seems to mock humankind
with its flimsy defences and where
rusting warships lie impotent as an old boxer.