Wednesday, 15 May 2019

When We Fall We Thunder

In our black and tiresome writ,
our right to work
kicks our back,
aches our whack,
takes our breath
in seams.

We’re grateful
temp’ry,
to not death walk
candle shrouded,
brow-beat n’ punished.
On rotten beams
as bones,
we lean.

‘Till we’re back
with brand tattoos
on strong arms,
Raising the alarm
‘cos
under brace or baton,

When we fall
we thunder -
Beware.
Our dust gets bloody everywhere.

Into ever’y home
we creep,
where fires burn
eyes’re burning,
fair’s all we seek.

Cough a pittance
‘to handkerchiefs
you’d mek us wave.
Grave-faced
cage encased,
we drop beneath.

For you are tall.
Tower o’er us all,
brag dissidence decreed.

For warmth n’ life n’ industry
we bleed,
face with bare fists drawn,
y’ever growing
dusk swords drawn.
Believe,

When we fall
we thunder -
Beware.
Our dust gets bloody everywhere.

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