Road Work Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Road Work



Another line of orange cones sharper
Than th’ sadist knives of a bloody butcher
Cutting the broad road into narrow slices
Brandishing towards all the sad drivers
And fright’ning them into a single slow file
Bleating lambs on the late ramp truck-loading
For each slaughter house the employer’s style.

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