Poem: A small village in Suffolk

'At the end of the lane is the end of the line...'

by Joseph Long 29th August 2025

At the end of the lane is the end of the line,
a front line – and to rational actors, a line
in the sand. It was once, just a lane – pitted, rutted.
Before host nation cared, before the tack tarmac
laden trucks backed up one morning, without warning.