This poem is taken from Stand 246, 23(2) June - August 2025.

Clive Watkins Terminal Convergence
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At the Great Climacteric the cities of the world –
those clustered at the ocean’s unsteady brink,
those built on piles driven into the seabed
or on sandbars barely awash, those far to the north
invested by the frigid and astringent air,
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