Post Cod War Blues – Epitaph. It's by the old lock gates
and not so easily found,
but there for all to see
If they know their way around:
a very modest monument,
spare compact and neat,
tribute to the once proud
Hull deep sea trawler fleet.
It's just a few feet away
from that very place,
the entrance to the Humber,
where they joined frantic race
to bring to the nation
their very favoured dish,
the harvest of the sea,
cheap, tasty, fresh wet fish.
Though it's never admitted,
in the heart of the Cold war
as well as their fishing
that fleet did much so more,
spying on the Russians
at a possible great cost,
for to be caught meant
maybe ships and lives lost.
Now among some dereliction
There are still working docks
Plying very different trades
Through very different locks;
there's still a fish market
tucked quietly away,
scant reminder of the past
when King Cod held sway.
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