Sausaged
blunt
and rudely—
in soot-
dark and bad
early
rough drafts of overalls—
pockmarked,
stockingcapped,
shouting—
past hastening
of hammerbangs, of
ladder clank,
of asphalt
shingles crashlanding—somehow
the entire army
of slovenly,
ruddyfaced
roofers—next door to me
is really—
doing
a very lovely job.
