The midges were hazing the water for sex.
Fisherman sat at their poles in silence, deaf
to the blasts from the open-cast. It would change.
I showed him the plaque with the plans
for the nature reserve, said the hole
would be filled with marshland and heron.
No human would set foot beyond the barbed
wire fence and patrolling guard. He said
he would like to see that, but I said, 'no,
it's off limits.' Instead, we scrambled
up the bank to the pit edge and looked down
at the diggers and trucks fetching slag.
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