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
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2020
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