by Colin James

Three pilgrims stand on a low hill
at ten meters above sea level.
A marker assembled by engineers
informs them this is so.
Endemic graffiti implies otherwise.
Embellished outlines of two large boulders
and a huge oak standing
resemble the veritable cock and balls.
Seldom does truth act as disproportionately.

Colin James has a chapbook of poems available from, DREAMS OF THE REALLY ANNOYING. He is from the North of England and currently resides in Massachusetts.