sweating the blue

sweating the blue,
we sing the toil
of another day’s taxes.
we bake the bread
and eat the last piece.
we squeeze the grape
and drink the last glass
content as we are
to make our own way,
we make our own way.

willingly we win, when we win,
but when we don’t,
consolation in clean floors
with a toothbrush we’ve scrubbed,
where children trod mud,
where plastic bags roam aimless,
blue tile and brushed stainless.

we taste the boot
with cabbage and root.
fresh bread in our arms
feeds friends away from harm.

hapless, we hunger for hard work,
we are the jobless,
          the job seeker,
          the job keeper.

listless our hands,
empty our hearts.
Jobless, our anger
burns common cause
from whims of the shallow
and their corporeal desires.

the asphalt is warm
and the concrete hard.
poverty toughens resolve
to slay bored dreams
and promises un-kept.

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