I once saw the shadow of a whale school
creep beneath a bridge span
where the water
rolled in slow
like storm cloud

who doesn't wonder
what it would be to cast off
small and wickery and row
to the edge of the light
where it's virgin
and smells of newborns
and stop and wait
wait for giants to rise
like slow balloons
or the bodies
of those
who came here
and drowned
for want of paper and stoop

see a shape draw near
under water
its big eyes mind
you of windows closing
the shutters drawn
of lights going out
one by one in the valley
the last of a pepperspeckled species
crushed by a spade