I heard
him
first
walking across
Hungerford Bridge
it sounded
just like
him
the redemption man
but it
could not be

yet

as if
in the Lyceum
the song
called out
three decades
since in Babylon

below the white cabled bridge
the Thames surged
full Autumn high
tide turning
boats struggling

no, woman, nuh cry

leaning together
they stand

is it the memories
her present
their future

the music
pulse
only drowned
by the
rittle rattling trains

no, woman, nuh cry
no sorrow
no sigh