heavy loads I carried
in my mind
on my shoulder
cement bags rocks and stone
scaffold poles by the hundred
and not the light kind of any
and the weight of centuries
made everything so much harder
through the mud and clay
we had fellowship
breaking of bread and short rest
the drinking of ale on a Friday
we witnessed battered bodies
caught up in drunkard beserkness
and on a Monday the lorries arrived
Hand unload bricks by the ton full