the keystones and the weigh-bridge
the top tips
slag stones ebony black
jagged and shining
clinking in the sunshine
on this sunday morning
the lads ~ boys really
rocks in hands take aim
the aim being an avalanche
if only the keystone could be found
and dislodged in the laughter game
ping after ping
a piece of slag moves
perceptively imperceptive the effect
in the time-honoured way of these things
the end draws nearer
and the rate of impacts grows steadily
until
an avalanche is graded on the slope of expectation
and another keystone is identified as far better
perhaps after a stroll along the dusty roads
that the lorries populate all week
taking the hardcore away for
the foundation of roads
the load being weighed on the weigh-bridge
that we can jelly gate under the combined weight
of half a dozen slag rascals in unison
the scissor-arm crane is shuttered up
it’s caterpillar tracks forged of immobility
the grease of dreams drives us to speculate
but it’s getting late
as we cascade home to demolish our dinners
and to plan another escapade
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