They say at night, they come to life,
and run their jibs through the water,
then stroll the port to stretch their legs
deep in maritime nostalgia,
when once they bowed and hoisted up
heavy casks and crates of cargo.
Timber, coffee, cocoa, and coal,
pineapple, figs, and tobacco.
Although their might and strong metal,
these are the old and kind giraffes,
at dawn returning to their place
for tourists and their photographs.