The Labourer Poem by Barry Kavanagh

The Labourer



Black rain on broken hands

Eyes like steel and glass

A face contoured like bark

Smite down the Axe

A tree is felled

The never ending labour

Monday, June 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: labour,work
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