it was i tell you it was
the baffled resonance of the female buttock
on a wooden thunder box with a hinge and lock
1950 or was it 1960 grandpa’s outside terraced loo
the local newspaper behind the lead pipe of lore
call niagara falls from under the roof beamed tank
on unpainted rafters high and mighty a throne
of time spent above the gutter of ashes and coke
it really was no joke although funny now how we sat
outside of time immersed in this valley of woe
the works’ hooters stirring the motion to go
to shift the iron smelt the zinc and copper bottom
the brighter side of town beaten on sweated brows
it was i tell you that’s how it was because i was there
and i should know how tunnel vision saw the roses
the hills and fields the high field cows looking out
over the sea bay distance falling free
larks ascending above the hare and heather
below the fumes of sulphur deemed to stay forever
and always the school children enwrapped in laughter
never ever destined for happy ever after
Beautiful!
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