Poem 21 of 230: BOMBAY PORTER
Awaiting a train in Bombay,
I was shocked into dismay;
For a well-dressed man, built strongly,
Was walking, his hands set free,
Ahead of a bony porter -
Heavy case on head, no quarter.
Shortly later, I watched, again,
As out from the rich-man’s train
Came the scrawny struggling porter -
His thin back now much tauter;
For he writhed as he stretched his loins -
After a quick count of few coins.
(C) David Franks 2003
Awaiting a train in Bombay,
I was shocked into dismay;
For a well-dressed man, built strongly,
Was walking, his hands set free,
Ahead of a bony porter -
Heavy case on head, no quarter.
Shortly later, I watched, again,
As out from the rich-man’s train
Came the scrawny struggling porter -
His thin back now much tauter;
For he writhed as he stretched his loins -
After a quick count of few coins.
(C) David Franks 2003
