My back aches
eight hours bending over a sink
too low for tall people
too high for short.
Washing mixing bowls
the stainless steel and aluminium framework
needed to build meals for 1200.
Echoed warnings from the interview
work is hard – and without glamour.
At shift’s end we move again.
The third night
the third bed
the third building.
or cock up
our accommodation is not ready
the boss hopes this the last temporary berth
but makes no promise
and does happen – reason never necessary.
Bleak beyond belief
high walled double canvas tent
flickering fluorescent tubes cast hostage light.
Twenty 1950’s wire strung hospital beds
ten down each side.
dishes whirl past
Sleep bursts awake
in full view
bill boarded by complicit fluorescence
a naked woman.
I thought I’d died and gone straight to heaven.
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