Long are their hours of labour! br Servants with no eye on the clock… br In this slow drowning aridity! br Still protesting; though no longer in tight holes! br Always hoping they’ll cope. br br Subjects of mental and physical stings! br Stings from those they love, soothe and cherish. br ”Sorry” is what I mean, for my own stings on her back br For a sudden shake from a sudden punch from Him. br br I know she has this picture now on her floor, br Even though mine with them is still well fixed up. br True, they’re not at destination, but departure was effective! br I will push wherever I meet their van.