there’s something about a swing bridge

there’s something about a swing bridge

there’s something about a swing bridge

with a railway track lined over it

double lines that trap bicycle wheels

that topple into a waiting for the ships

standing or leaning on the galvanised iron

grey as voyages’ cargoes knighted by

the tall cranes that genuflect next

comes the cold tapping on time

to swing slowly slowly closed

as the day proceeds to unload