As Sure As The Orbit Of The Sun #DVerse

One of the men lifted his head

and looked at me

as we sloped past the ash fields,

and rows of toilers

like grey bamboo canes

if bamboo was stooped and bent

with brittle hands knuckle white

against the plastic handled hoes.

 

Her hands, smaller, firmer, sure,

came down on my shoulders

shadowed his face with fear.

 

An explanation in a classroom

pretending it isn’t an excuse

claims to be progress,

claims to be a new world

built on the broken bones

of the last.

 

Mothers scream during childbirth.

There is blood and pain

and sometimes

death.

 

We are lucky we are not all toiling.

If the old world had their way

who knows what would have happened?

We are smarter these days

we can laugh at the facts

that shattered when the world changed.

 

Who know what will happen

at the next night rise.

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5 Comments

  1. As Zorba said, “Life is trouble, only death is not.” There are a privileged few who can skate, but most of us need to keep our sleeves rolled up.

  2. There is a consistency to life and some things, particularly human nature, change very little. Not all mothers scream in childbirth. For some it is a beautiful and spiritual experience. But in recent times both television and media seem incapable of depicting pregnancy without vomiting – I never vomited – or labour without screaming. did not scream either. 🙂

  3. The description of the toilers in the first stanza is stark and oh so clear, Carol, and I felt a pang of guilt when I read the lines:

    ‘An explanation in a classroom
    pretending it isn’t an excuse
    claims to be progress,
    claims to be a new world
    built on the broken bones
    of the last.’

    I like the cynicism in:
    ‘We are smarter these days
    we can laugh at the facts
    that shattered when the world changed.’

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