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Sunset Scene

Setting sun carved a path over the Humber
From Hessle right across the river bend
To join the banks at Ferriby Foreshore
Where that path came to its end.

The great smelter chimney
Rising there darkly up high
Sent its stream of carcinogenic smoke
Crawling across the reddening sky.

The resident old transvestite man,
Beachcombing the bank for wood
Let the small boat he pulled drift
So it crossed the path from where I stood.

To my rear the Bridge dominated
Striding the river from side to side
Then the longest in the world
With its spans totalling a mile wide.

That strange mixture of past and present
Not there to be seen anymore
For the smelter was pulled down
And taken to pollute a foreign shore;

And the old man in his strange garb?
Not even sure if he's still here.
I've not walked that old path
For far too many years.

But the bridge, now second biggest,
Still spans the waterway
Carrying the road's traffic
Day after day after day.

A hush in the gathering darkness.
Fading to silence bird song.
And as the sun lowered to earth
My scarlet path was gone.


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