To Ed
What child were they
When piercing squeal
Grabbed the foreman by the *****
What child were they
When putty tears
Smeared and blobbed
On the sheeting?
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
Metal **** makes decent scar
That keeps the girls’
tongues a-wagging.
‘Always heed the ‘Keep Out’ signs,’
The stony man booms at the boy;
‘I told you not to wander where
Granite pavement yields to digger.’
Years ago, that child, was I and
Diggers now are doors and roofs;
Then here, one day, my own boy falls,
And blood comes oozing from elbow.
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
But, how should I, with damaged tools,
Be the
Grafter Dad
He’s seeking?
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
To Ed
What child were they
When piercing squeal
Grabbed the foreman by the *****
What child were they
When putty tears
Smeared and blobbed
On the sheeting?
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
Metal **** makes decent scar
That keeps the girls’
tongues a-wagging.
‘Always heed the ‘Keep Out’ signs,’
The stony man booms at the boy;
‘I told you not to wander where
Granite pavement yields to digger.’
Years ago, that child, was I and
Diggers now are doors and roofs;
Then here, one day, my own boy falls,
And blood comes oozing from elbow.
Running from
The construction pit
The thrill of sand and truck
Implodes.
But, how should I, with damaged tools,
Be the
Grafter Dad
He’s seeking?
This recalls an incident from my childhood when I was playing clandestinely on a building site and went running and crying in search of consolation...
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