the workmen wear burnt orange hard hats
& black pirate beards
they force a hole into the patchwork street
they force a hole into the patchwork street
with a mobile mechanised hydraulic drill
they put up red plastic fences
they put up red plastic fences
gone pink from the sun
they lay a nonslip yellow slab
bordered with bevelled black
over the space in the world
they are gone when i have my lunch sandwich
they are gone when i have my lunch sandwich
but back before my nap is properly underway
they returned with a proteous hot box
they returned with a proteous hot box
its yellow streaked black with rust
they have wheelbarrows on the citroen flatbed
& big thick rubber tubes coiled in columns
i hear them talk
i hear them phone
i see one gesturing in the truck cab
their engine ticks over over over
i hear them talk
i hear them phone
i see one gesturing in the truck cab
their engine ticks over over over
calm before afternoon bedlam
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