Hands Calloused

Hands Calloused

Hands calloused by work for ten

The big man stopped

Wiped the sweat

Red polka-dot bandanna

Gazing at the sky

Hammer swinging

Once again  again  again

WHACK

Don’t know why she had to leave.

WHACK

Wonder where she is now.
WHACK

Bitch better not come back

WHACK

Didn’t mean that, I love her.

WHACK

Didn’t mean that I hate her

Big shoulders rippling

Rivulets

From bushy black mane

Down the back

Country music in the background

Punctuated by the hammer blows.

Shards of rock

Little knives

Flying through air.

V sweat at the front of his jeans

The rocks

Aren’t the only thing

That’s hard.