Redundant words. Forever vanished.
A vocabulary of different meanings
proliferates with sights and sounds.
And signifiers of every kind
regarding worst enemy - weather.
Fluctuating fortunes…life itself
dependant on sun, sea and earth:
fearfully eyed and goddishly revered.
Generally speaking, words are unnecessary.
Loud. Inappropriate. Corrupt - Defunct.
punctuate the still pure air - unscalding.
A language of signs and liquid faces
Subtle, almost psychic communication;
Imperceptible to the outsider.
Home crafted in glistening rock
The cave dwellers inhabit some other place.
*Dear reader, you may have ascertained by now that my ‘thing’ is working-class writing (and that I have a huge chip on my shoulder?) Social class has a way of permeating everything I think and do - unfortunately or otherwise.
It may come as no surprise then that this poem, ‘The Cave Dwellers’, apart from anything else, is actually an allegory about the underclass of contemporary British society.
To cut a long story short: