The flat light swallows the line between sea and sky
and the hazy grey horizon holds it's secrets.
Dreaming of times long passed
The cranes lie sleeping
Silent steel and rope and rivets
inhabit their memories
Giants that built Giants,
White Star Liners and men
Thousands upon thousands of men
streaming through the gates as the siren summons
Silent now, a shadow of what was before.
2012 will resurrect her memory
But memory will not bring life
Not like before
In the flat grey light
The Giants keep their watch
and the Lough keeps her secrets.
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