The Hammerman

How you must have yearned

to lie in golden fields,

Imprisoned in that place and time.

Surely you weren’t the only one

But the hammer never stamped its mark on your dreams

Seeking heaven on earth amidst the filth and the din

The poet from the Labourer class

You saw beyond the wall

To dreaming spires and visions of the Panchatantra

‘Joy in every hill and hollow’

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