Your teeth feel gritty
The day is done
You hammered the mine
And loaded sixteen tons.
Stumble down to the bar
With your boots undone
Your blonde hair's black
From loading sixteen tons
Slam your coins on the counter
Chew on tabacca like grass
And Maybe whistle a little
while he pours you a glass
Take a deep long drink
Of that burning hot sun
It goes down like lava
But you ain't been stunned
You can swallow a star
And barely notice the pain
You got sixteen tons
You loaded under your name.
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Comments1
this is a very intimate portrayal, a wide angled view of actions and their explanations,
that cause and effect of reality, we like to ignore
because its easier, to point fingers and blame
in a world with only right and wrong as daylight's, shades..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
wonderful details for characterisation
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