Guest Poet Darren Anderson
Working Stripes
Working Stripes
Whistles invade my peaceful slumber
Time to rise and pay my dues
So I imprison myself
Night is my courtyard
Worn bare by the passing hours
The sound belts for my electronic warden
For I cannot depend on society
Morally chained to labor’s wall
That in which I walk with bowed head
I must rest and replenish
As I rub the sleep from my mind.
For care or shelter
And watch the free sun rise and fall
For time is the barbed fence surrounding me
For energy is needed
December, 2001
Darren Anderson's questions:
1) Is the theme too obvious?, or does the reader get a strong image that, to this character, his work is a dreadful prison, and he is the warden.
2)Does the reader get a good mental image of this character and situation?
3)What kind of job does the character have? What does the reader feel towards this?
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