`And the Ocean Snore'

“I thought of ambient sounds that music has dipped up

in its silver ladle: heartbeats and hoofbeats, and trains

volleying with tipplers and Dopplers, or blue in the night

drips in echoey spaces, wind through frightful places,

factory-crash heavy metal, the strung pluck of bows,

bells, whistles, the clinker coming at you across everything,

peaks peaks peaks of murder. And crowds, and the ocean snore.” 

[Les Murray, from “The Barcaldine Suite,” Poems the Size of Photographs, 2002]