Big Lil
There were fish
once there were fish
there were boats
there were men died
boats died women
women held strong
held fighting
held owners
held law to account
through storms
through mountain waves
through victory over years
until then at last that smell went
with the boats
with the fish
smell of this city
with scar through its heart
terrace streets tossed east into ings
settled there in alien mud
until world's end
until trawlers' end
There's a mural now
terrace end
in memory
painter weren't local
they brung him in reckoned
we weren't good enough maybe
to remember our own
Like we'd forget
2nd July 2016, at Nestival
