Notes from a towpath


There’s a line of them

this side of the canal

Almost gargoyle

they’re evenly spaced

huddled over plastic tubes

Something drove them here—

the factory, or the lack of factory

Some need that can’t be met

two feet from the bank

in all these miles of streets

and sheds, and little houses


I saw them move today

shuffling, stiff jointed

changing shifts

and still in line

hauling things

I do not want to understand


Today, there was a meeting

burdens piled in the grass

rasped communications

stiffened gestures

and young ones taking part

They parted peaceably

to let me pass

seemed almost kindly

almost kin




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