Lunch-box mudded
with leftovers of a jungle gravesite.
Against the cinder, I formed new muscles,
pressing copper into the chase.
Miguel San Vasquez;
something or other,
sweat through chalked flannel.
"Cuidado!"
Scaffold broke limbs,
a compound fracture,
four Peruvians dropped Dewalts.
Only way to hang on really,
while the lathing shaved
fingerprints down to meat.
"Ayuda!"
Half-formed framing
exposed the masked plenums,
needing a tie-in
before the final inspection.
A Columbian spews out
to protect his family.
"Inmigración!"
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