The Unsung

We praise a hidden world Raise banners high, unfurled The purity we prize Demands an exercise The channels ‘neath the street With human gifts replete Release us from a scourge Result of bodies’ urge Who dug ground to deliver The path of golden river We’ll go out and applaud Pray for and thank the Lord God bless the sewage farm With graced bucolic charm Its fragrance that we shun Too high for mortal man In future when we tell Of noble deeds done well We’ll say as we review it Yea! someone had to do it The men who consecrate To hide contaminate We’ll give the pride of place And raise on marble dais (Perhaps Porcelain) 13 July 2020