Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

When the Fireside Is Freezing and Life Is Low

"...Please let there be light at the end of that tired tunnel..."

When the Fireside Is Freezing and Life Is Low

The war vets allege that their wallets are waterproof
like the very gears and vans found around a fire brigade
station on fire. The meat in the fridges is putrefying.
That meat is not delusional. It is not in the dark as to
what is happening or not happening. The shaft is dusky and dingy.
Please let there be light at the end of that tired tunnel in Bulawayo.
Not filthy fibbers and dimwits seeking to bribe days of dimness!
For now, the big and brutal burglars claim that they are builders.
The fiddly forex exchangers confess that they are unbribable
and impeccable. What’s being sold? ZiG and gold? Old story.







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