Pale Eel
tightening the line,
shouting out old Tommo
to down another round.
Tommo’s heard too much
that Eel ain’t said:
All is not well
in the sea.
Tommo has a job.
Works the mill.
A good father.
Decided last week
he can’t be Eel’s any more.
Pale Eel wondering why
Tommo’s gone slippery.
One last drink.
