A Magnificent Golden Armour
Where the rain water hits the ground
In great heavy drops
Pooling together to form pools and puddles
Muddy annoyances to be avoided
By the thick souled boots
Of the working men
Those working men blustering and bustling
Great forests of hair growing out from collared shirts
Cigarettes in their mouths matches in their pockets
Absentmindedly pulling at their groins
Hidden behind the buttons of their flies
And they walk steadily through the drizzle
Not even sure of the land from which their grandfathers came
Not sure of what the dreams they have mean
Not sure if they really love their wives
And not sure if they should have forsaken their youth
For the heady days in a factory
For the muddy mornings with head bowed
Silently looking at the arses of the men ahead
Trying to remember the lines of poetry
They learnt at school
When they were the good-for-nothing children
"Think not of normal existence
As another day to live
But as a magnificent golden armour
In which to wear and call Love"
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