the last remaining pride of the old Victorian merchants
is carried out to sea by the evening tide,
burghers who grew fat on misery and blood;
only their houses and mansions still remain
to remind men of their dirty trade
and in the docks where slaves once briefly disembarked,
on their way to Jamaica and America
to be exchanged for sugar and rum,
a museum and art gallery attract the curious visitors
and tall ships sail up the river
where sometimes even dolphins swim
curious to see what man has done
before they return to the sea
though even there the lingering taint
of chemicals still follows them
and every other year or so
many are struck down by some new strain of virus.
children fly kites,
joggers and people on bikes
make the promenade a busy place.
The weather is cold and grey
but not enough to deter smiles
and occasionally the sun comes out for a little while.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?