Dust blind and
Oxygen starved faces
Bandana wrapped
Flannel wrapped men
In dirty denim and
Scuffed leather
Shift grain making
Milk bones and cheerios
Seeing no difference
Shuffle low backs bent
Through concrete tunnels
Made for smaller men
From the past
Damp below river level
To shaking man-hoists
lifting us to the roof
Choking we gulp air
We feel warm sun
We see cool blue skies
We admire white waves breaking
On a beautiful lake
Creating Niagara’s fine silver plume
Red hulls down and
White sails singing
Past green river banks below
Through crusted eyes
And John Flynn of porcine eyes
And 20 years in the shit
Says to no one Fucking Beautiful
And I sixteen with a union card
Say yes it is
And he of the pig eyes and red face
Says you asshole what the fuck
Do you know about it?