Printers Apprentice

A printer's apprentice is my youth was

My canvas a 4 colour Heidelberg press no less

A 1000 + tons of  solid steel industrial ingenuity

That changed and formed the landscape we know today

Cyan,
Magenta,
Yellow,
Black

Through paper cuts from shuffling paper

And cleaning ink it would bleed into 
every crevice and cut in my hands

That to the untrained eye it looked as if i never washed

The ink what in which my hands lay

I printed black on white instructions you would find inside medicine boxes

And glossy catalogues to business card's

So through the power of printed ink

Reminiscing back

Somewhere out there to this day

Come what may

I may not have been Leonardo or Banksy

But hopefully I somehow left my mark

However insignificant

So i reap my own graffiti

Like the soldiers of the red army did on the Reichstag wall's

Before the rise and fall

Of Nazi and Communism
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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