The Work Ethic

We hunted, gathered, tilled and sowed, survival

Dependent on our effort and the climes

We bartered, took a share of coin and market

Reaping our reward, we hoped, in time

We salvaged time from torment of the workplace

Pretended a career was proof of life

Perhaps we could not work, or did not want to

Found solace in a different sort of tithe

Tied, by sufferance, to someone’s profit

Ethical, they say, and we’ve believed

Count your blessings, minus tax and years lost

Was there another way, a just reprieve

From semblance of salvation through endeavour

As if the scales were fairly balanced by our weight

Calibrate and calculate our worth here

Else work until we’re dropped at pearly gates

Retrograde the progress, no solution

Conclusions for the workforce, colonies’

Ants, upon a mound of blue-green orbit

Breed and work and die, unethically

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Fighting Shadows

Do veins take on new colours, shades and shadows

Absorbing spectrum’s range as multi-hued

Muted, harsh, spectacular or mellow

Bleeding into consciousness till true

When courses plasmic liquid in exchanges

Breaths of capillation, calm, serene

Does dreary darkness vie with light in stages

Concur as cancer, out of sight, unseen

Inseparable companion, undercover

Ominous and partial to disguise

Unaware the host, a mother, brother

Living, breathing silence with each sigh

When veins resist the rainbow, embrace shadow

Pray light into the gloaming till it flows

 

If you pray, please pray for my eldest brother who, for the second time, has had a diagnosis of cancer. He will be undergoing surgery within the next week.  He has the strongest of spirits and has fought his way to life through major health trials over the years. My heart aches for him that he has to fight once again. Thank you.x