She was one of the hill people
from over where the lanes end
up the steps and in the dark
with port town lights on the low horizon.
By Figgy Ormerod’s farm, satellites
lead you into a training facility
with close-cut grass and roving cameras.
Now Figgy wanders through the lanes,
takes clippings and blocks stiles.
The tops are secured for miles and miles.
The lower ground has plants in every store
ready to pass messages up the chain.
Eyes on you in every feed station,
ford, lock-up, lay-by and loading bay.
Just one of the hill people, you say.
Wilderspool Causeway 