May Day Poem by Frank Avon
May Day
Once a year
for one day
the sweeps of London -
enslaved since they were four,
sold for twenty or thirty shillings,
prodded down sooty flues,
narrow and twisted,
maybe seven inches square,
for one day they
were set free
on the streets:
their sooty faces whitened,
their spiky hair powdered,
dressed in white paper lace,
lords of misrule
for the amusement of the masses.
'Unorganized Innocence'
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