The hills darkened as i drove

the roads grew deeper
the rock peaks of the hilltops were blackened
.....as if burned...
Stone walls enclosed

med me.
I entered a village of slate roofs
crumbling walls, old car tyres
plastic bags.
Piglets and hens wandered in my path,
inquisitive sheep eyed me.....
but i saw no human soul...

I drove over humbacked hills
into a plantation of blue conifers
that turned green
then polka dot.

The road became a track.
I crossed a ford and entered a rural slum of rotting cauliflowers.

Hard jawed children watched me
from the threshold of a tin shed.
I crossed a second stream or the same one.

Someone was facing me...
God?