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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