ramblings and things
Construction Worker - An Ongoing Saga
A monument to construction,
Four towers rearing high
Long slim structures
Reaching for the sky,
And slung down below
The Humber Bridge carriageway,
Finally bridging a river unbridged
Since before the Roman's day.
Concrete poured down shuttering
In a constant but steady flow
A process that cannot be stopped
Once the button is pressed to go.
So there are bodies in those towers
A construction workers' grave
Any faller in that concrete
Too badly burned to save.
So carry on the process
Whisper a little prayer
More merciful to leave them
To quickly die down there.
And the construction carries on
And when they hang the final span
They leave the bodies there,
Price of being a construction man.
And when the bridge was opened
And the traffic started to roll
How many people realised more
Than money was paid as toll.
The next project called and so
They left behind their dead
Maybe said their goodbyes
With respectful bow of head
There is danger in construction:
The wages may be high
But many are disabled
And far too many die.
Next time you drive across
You could spare a little thought
For some of the lives lost
So your passage could be bought.
She rears up to the sky
Tribute to the daring and skilled
And a fitting monument to
Any Construction worker killed.
Construction Worker - An Ongoing Sage