.....dawn damp beer brown
...coughing men trudge
back to hell
oblivious to the velvet hills
..where flowers salsa and sing
....the cough gets worse
......through sugar-lonely tea
now time has seen enough
..injects sunshine - brief like heroin
....to cut diamond sharp
..and wash away pebbled-dashed bones
while Mammy’s shoes
....tap-dance on and on
..‘till photographs rot
out of children’s memories
Dave Lewis, Wales, UK
4 comments:
Great images here. I like how the wash goes on throughout and ends in the rot of the photos.
I think the first stanza captures very well the drudgery and wastefulness of our - what? - industrial and post-industrial world.
Hi both
Thanks very much :) Glad you liked. I just tried to capture the hopelessness of the working man - worked into the ground until the cancer from factory processes kills them off.
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