Labour

The gloom and doom,

With ink splattered on their face

And elbows covered in grease

Firelight sparkling behind their eyes

A myriad of emotions and colours

Peel the blackness tied on their eyes

Peel the death and hunger

Peel their shredded clothes

Bruised and cut and bleeding and burnt

The rust of their blood

And steel of their veins

Pulsating, boiling, spilling

Hot red blood

And running to their blood shot eyes

And bloody parched lips

Lips scarlet with alcohol

Knuckles purple with want

And crying tears of hunger

 Streaked with blood.

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