On the way to earn our pay
heads sway in uniform
On the way, a job to do
The deal we’re sold:
five days for two
About this poem
Driving to school and hearing reports of broken down trains, and the common experience everyone has, for better or worse, when using public transport. The poem, I think, eventually delved into deeper territory.
About Mason Engelander
I embraced writing after years of it staring me in the face. At the time it seemed a mix of slow realisation and necessity, but since I’ve taken it on I haven’t looked back.
