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Skylar
Poems
May 2015
Elegy to the Worker
The bricks of the human world are dying.
Others are being born as we speak,
But others still are dying
And the world is dying and changing with them.
Some are dying in bleachy hospital rooms
With blood-smeared hands,
But others are not.
The world is dying in fields
With a back lain-upon by fresh harvest,
Hands caked in loam
And a face creased by sun.
The world is dying in factories,
Gazing its brains out through the smog
And over clamorous machinery,
Bleeding tears into cheap t-shirts.
The world is dying in offices,
Dreams pulled out and splayed about
Like a salmon's innards
Upon the printer-paper butcher board.
The world is dying at sea,
With salt-crusted hair
And burning, split calluses,
Beety droplets staining the passive blue.
The world dies in death:
In rusty mill bones
And hollow farms
Rented out to memories.
The world is dying,
And where is the ceremony?
Where is the procession?
Where is the twenty-one gun salute?
The world goes into many graves
Packaged in a homemade box,
With Duty fulfilled
And not a single note of "Taps".
#sad
#death
#field
#ocean
#sea
#sailing
#factory
#communist
#elegy
#workers
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