in the night-rain <br />driven from the river <br />'cross the railway-tracks <br />at traffic-lights <br /> <br />came face to face <br />with the ghost of a whale <br />searching for his jaw-bone <br />one-time strapped to the ceiling of a pub <br /> <br />and in the time it takes <br />the lights from red to green <br />in his eyes <br />thought I'd seen much more <br /> <br />as down the hill to the sea <br />at the dock-wall <br />saw his tail-light dip and fade <br />as he dived <br />tarmac deep <br />into the dark streets <br /> <br />and the gutters overflowed <br />with the wake and wash he made<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-whale-4/
