Dirty Play

Boom a yawl.
The clatter of pipe-
Cold Steel “Yelp!”
Soaring pain. Bruised
and battered skin.
Tattered rags.
The glow of green.
The stain of red.
A contrasting melding scene.
The patter of steps hurried “run run run.”
Plant and wait. Harvest and stock.
The machines are silent
it's the people that make the noise.
Bang Bang the clatter of pipe
of metal on flesh
break crack splinter
goes the bone
he falls hitting the ground
splatter- the blood.
“It doesn't matter,
he's gone now.
Time keeps moving” the boy said
the shadows cast over the body we're long and thin,
“but so are they.
So must we.”