Elements

Dust in the air makes it hard to breath

Chopping at the ground like a jackhammer

Tearing through pavement, the smell of fresh

Earth

And cut grass still hung in the

Air

Mixing with the dirty dry heat like

Fire

Sweat pouring off me like

Water

Because of this work loading and unloading

Pines and spruces twice as tall as an NBA center.

Flesh slashed, ripped and stabbed by

Flowers and hedges with their daggers

Ready to face the next poor sap foolish enough

To put their hands on them without gloves

But the pay is good.

What will the day bring?

Will it hold or will the weather brake

Raging at us as if we are an

Epidemic of labors in fields, scattering

Around trying escape mother nature's

Wrath while cursing her at the same time

They are hypocrites, they pray to the sky

"Send us rain!" then in the same breath curse

"Why the fuck did it have to rain today!"

Some continue to work, while others

huddle together to escape the torrential rain and

the whirlwind that can knock over trees.

My arms bulge like a wrestler flexing

On the ramp as he enters the arena

As I fight the elements to finish the job.