“Behemoths” by Kevin Eberhardt


Watchin' rusty freighters
Run the gamut of rock
& wave while grey gulls
Follow in their wake like
Exhaust from an old pick
Up truck the romance
Gains patina from the
Years of haulin' clumsy
Cargo thru the locks &
Docks & callous storms
Between one shore &
The next resemblin' a
Pod of retired whales'
In lazy migration under
One last autumn sun