Devastation

Devastation, that once may have risen;
Shattered saw tooth silhouette, concrete cast
Pierced fog clouds roving over, melancholy
And languid in movement, meeting headlong
With civil constructs trembling, and black shroud
Society in its grieving! Harried and hurried underfoot
The helpless deep delving in steep foggy banks
For rememberance, a chain gang lost in its mining
Through the middle of all those manners.
Each day i champ the bit and yearn "release me"!
Plod down the plough, turning soil to turn again
Till next years choosen workhouse ploughs again
Black and bitter dark soil in an ashen field
Grey faced, the gruelling day moves on

 

Colin Aherne