Dover - Gateway to hell by Eileen Clarke

By Eileen Clarke

A lone drum beating, the whistles blow,

The calves, the sheep, in a sad cargo.

The animals are coming now

To pass us on their way.

No hope or relief for them;

Only night and never day.

 

"It's their bewildered faces that make

Me want to cry," said Jane,

Empathizing with the Innocents

For their grief and fear and pain.

She looked out to sea between

The gap the boats sail through.

"It's their gateway to hell," she cried - 

And I thought the same way too.