Poetry from NHI publications
On the dome of the corrugated iron roof|
the pigeons are stalking
cooing and wooing their mates.
Sixty feet below the foreman
inspects and checks the planking
to the dull metallic
rattle and clanking
of a lorry loaded and
groaning with wood.
The circular saw is cutting and singing;
a small thin apprentice
is bringing a brew of strong
hot tea for two
of the men.
Here cigarettes are barred
in this, dry as tinder, inflammable yard.
This wood caters from cots to coffins,
craftsmen and boffins.
Newly felled trees are sawn and stacked.
The pigeons strut quite matter of fact.
The Hallamshire & Osgoldcross Poetry Express #10
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