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No One Mentioned the Roofer

No One Mentioned the Roofer (for Pat Mackey) We met the Minister, we gave him buns, we admired his suit. The band played, we all clapped. No one mentioned the roofer; whose overtime was cut whose under time was cut whose fringe was cut whose shoelaces were cut whose job was lost. We searched for his job but it had disappeared. One of us should have said: Hey Minister, we like your suit have a bun, where are our jobs? But there was no point, he was here on a bun eating session not a job finding session. His hands were tied. His tongue a marshmallow. Rita Ann Higgins

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