Step shore-long, Bill of barnacled foot & bilge
White watery forecast. “Whale piss scentable,
Gold froth tide a-leaking Franceward”. Red
Weed puckering blown-back chalk stone
Thrown by dowser’s eddy-
Bloop-degree of temperature- aye, by
Permian old-scale- barely warmer
Than its teeming black surroundings, nudged
A stone aside. Bubbled minute
Defiance- certain crab & orange
Daughter- almost same size- budged each
Line of light-lap down. Considered
Nothing. Simply salted brown.
Black-backed gull a dangling, blow-string-twangling
A warning muffled: spattered updraft-clowned.
Something out-normal found.
A sound of sound.
The chasm boom.
The under crash.
For all time long
The cut of fin, the marbling huge, the English channel
Sliding helpless off: the hump backed Whale is come.
One round he rolls, slips grey world off his tum.
Stand Bill- a cousin of chimpanzees- and doff
Your yellow cap. One frother-clap of Poseidonic
Slap, the fluke upon the place where beast no praise.
A Whale be down, and down is out of sight, and off-
And down- and long-an-down-
None never down enough-