Out of the slag from Teesside’s blast furnaces
Irish navvies built this small harbour at the mouth of the Tees.
A refuge from the north-easterly winds.
It’s a little community,
but a sad, decaying community,
where low tide exposes decades of discard and
rotting boats that won’t ever float again.
It’s also an unwelcoming place,
where the fishermen’s huts have eyes and
“WILL THE THIEFS WHO TOOK MY GEARBOX PUT IT BACK OR I WILLS SEARCH YOUR CABINS”
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