under loch and quay

Many men have swum here.
Those that forgot the drinking
Were diving under water
Not knowing they were sinking
 
Deep into the sediment,
We made them myths like Nessy
Their wave of arms from bank to bank
Shed into the Euphrates 

When the widows came here
Softly they were singing
Laments of the waters
And its’ ghosts they could be kissing

And now the children come here
Like the ships to Sydney
Foreign to the waters’
Depth and the aborigines