Their life together has been spent
Like the digging of the Fréjus Tunnel:
Two separate countries boring into a mountain,
Removing rubble, to meet in the middle -
Their wholes perfectly matched.
Blood, sweet with tears, spilt;
Hard labour, planning and years funnelled
Through an ill-lit half-darkness to maintain
A vision -both troubled and riddled -
The holes selectively patched.
Imagine the joy;
The detritus.
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