A rumour, a word, gossip, a hint

Of disaster

In river

‘Pon seat edges we sit.

Fragmented news of terror on Thames

Of boat sunken fast

Lost people within.

Patchy reports

Police radio heard

Of survivors – so fortunate?

Their tales of despair.

City wide efforts

Resources on call

People so willing

Together they pull.

A search of the reaches

As bodies appear

Talk of a morgue

Grim sightings at piers.

New day slowly dawning

On the price that’s been paid

Press conference is called

As hopes slowly fade.