CUT – Slang for canal
Racing down to the cut,
a risky business at best, with nothing to stop the wet,
not rainy but drowning wet,
in olive grey still water.
there’s no bright painted barge in tribal colours,
with bucket and polished brass
and chimney smoke cough,
just the feeling of decay
with not even a hint of nostalgia or better day,
We prod something with a too long stick,
too long for one boy
too short to ask for help,
we’re just making splashes
with a too long stick.
Staring, wondering, our heads all turn as one,
as a bloke passes laden with things.
He sets up base camp, with rods that catch
sharks, a tent, a seat and oh the boxes,
so many boxes.
It seems a lot of expense in coin and effort
to sit staring at the olive grey still water.
Someone’s dropped the stick into the wet,
because it was too long for one
and too short for help
we race back up from the cut.