In The Channel Tunnel Poem by Sheena Blackhall

It takes 35 minutes to travel the Channel Tunnel
24 miles under murky fathoms of deep
Napoleon would have loved this foxy link

Not wishing to ruin nearby Shakespeare Cliff
Men, from its waste, erected Samphire Hoe,
Seeded with wildflowers, a recreation site.

The Chunnel may host invasions, welcome rabies,
Illegal immigrants wishing a slice of the pie
That is crumbling, the Welfare State

Now I am sampling this highway for migrants, merchants,
Pirates, policemen, from Dover, Kent and Plymouth
Normandy and Flanders, Calais and wines

I close my eyes in the capsule of the train
As giant conger eels, blue sharks, glide overhead

Wrecks groan on the sea bed, white boned mackerel
Drowned men turn like driftwood in the waves
I think of miners, tremors, shafts collapsing
The tin walls of the train speed on regardless