Great Regulars: [John Buxton's] language suggests the

careful planning of the Ops Room or bunker, in which maps bear little relation to human experience of the land they represent. But, as Buxton's last line makes clear, though the individual is too small to figure here, he is in fact the only thing beyond measure: "Millions of acres" are not worth a single "channelled cheek".

Maps

from The Times Literary Supplement: Poem of the Week: Maps

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