Friday, 11 January 2019

the builder boys

the builder boys

cement and fag smoke
  dig in
dungarees and hobnails
wood shavings and spit dust
  dig in
the music played a loud
rescued memory of last night
sustaining you until tonight
  again
seeing you through the day
through the no roof rain 
the long cold haul
 again and again
until the serotonin of the pub
talk thaws on gritted teeth
and the jowl of the bar
  see
how it cheers the day away
back fills the question
why boys oh why
what is it you
  see
ahead in life’s hard
slog and long
do you see anything ahead
and if so what is it you see
is it   is it  oh no
oh god   oh no   it’s 
dig ing
again and again
is that what you 
wanted 
to see

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