The Ground This day

Protest Day | January 13, 2013

I shook my head and uttered a curse

If it were not for seeing with my own eyes

I would not believe that it were so

Under the watchful eye of an officer

A heavy load disappears under the soil

In that place it is dark, dank and undesirable

Stamped by blind governing approval this

Heavy load not one soul will dare uncover

Stepping back I cried and uttered plaintive sounds

Silence was my companion later into the afternoon

I turned to see an astonishing sight unfolding

The devil himself digging the way to hell

He grimaced over his shoulder checking the time

The five o'clock whistle sounded I could of sworn

It marked a new telling a demarcation

A threshold that had not yet been crossed