his job
is the creation
of absence
each shovel filled
is a movement
into
negative space
the measure
of his work
is the quality
of removal
straight walls
level floor
just so
high
just so
wide
all of it filled
through his diligence
with nothing
© Frank Prem, 2017
June 2017 Poem #14: trench man #6: foreign substance
Frank Prem Poetry 
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Splendid! 🙂
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Thanks Tom.
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Awesome piece – from the first stanza – which just sifts it right through to the essential nature – and it works itself perfectly to the closing line! Brilliant Frank – totally loving this series 😀
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Thanks Pat. Pity the trench wasn’t a bit longer. Might have gotten some more poetry out of it …
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well, back breaking work has to come to an end sometime, but perhaps now, it’s the rest period or the contemplation after the efforts – looking at the “scar” ….
it was great reading 🙂
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There will be more labors before I’m done, and I’m sure I’ll use them as opportunities to contemplate.
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