Poem: construction worker

There,
by the side of the house,
the shirt soaked through with sweat,
fiberglass insulation pricking the skin,
a smear of mud on the face,
sawdust in the hair,
cuts on the hands,
burst open blisters,
dirt under the fingernails,
dirt stains on the pants,
something in the eyes,
the sun blazing,
coughing from the dust,
with swollen feet,
from seven am,
until past seven.