. running through midnite
. and the shapes...
. there was the estuary
. a salvation
. for desperation
. an escape but
. would he swim
. after her...
. only one way to find out
. dark hulks departed
. upon the downstream tide
. of dancing moonlit waves
. thundering their diesel progress
. above greaser\'s music blasting
. to thwart a plea
. for silence
. as sleep found her bones
. morning came wet ...cold
. and the river stank
. all over her but
. all around
. wildfowl cried at life
. whilst death stalked
. in the unknown
. but where...
. was that unknown now