No way to treat royalty

[Leanne]

It used to move sugar and cotton,
hoofed tensioned tow ropes
now decorate cast iron moorings,
a road has severed its vein. -- I don't know where you mean specifically, but this speaks of dockyards all over the world -- my mind instantly goes to Glasgow but wherever it is, the image is heartbreaking
The keys have rusted in the locks,
over stocked with permitted perch, -- here in Australia it's illegal to throw perch back -- if you've caught too many, you have to kill them on the banks, bloody greedy vicious things they are, destroying all our natives
the colour of drowning water is brown, -- "drowning water" is outstanding
planners linear walks where nothing talks.

Nature’s graveyard is quiet today,
children play ahead, splat bricks
in silted beds, said 'look over there'
throw stones, point and stare.
Majestic pike strikes the surface,
his gills cannot fill in stagnant pools,
a broken bulldogs jaw, trawls for food.
I didn’t like its eye until it saw me. -- the children, like the fish, are dying in stagnant pools

The boys thought this would be a game
to try and maim something so precious,
so barely alive, yet evolved to survive.
One big brick did the trick, its great
silver body floated, bloated another -- punctuation could do with addressing in this stanza -- so many commas
sport of kings they’ve missed, little
shits, it’s no fucking way to fish. -- or to live

Painful, poignant stuff Keith.