Umarell


	Hands clasped tight behind my back
	Why yes I’m back

		Lovely morning, nice and crisp 
		Sweet surrender sledgehammer bliss

			Like scaffolding
			I’m never folding

				Not until the jobs done
				Not until I’ve had my fun

					Tall, protective, catching debris
					What am I drinking? Black tea

						If I ever did look away
						Or if I weren’t here everyday

							Who knows what would sway
							Change might even decide to stay

								But no I’m busy noting every single 
								Detail every nail and shingle

									Every pour and every haul
									That right there’s a load bearing wall

										Elbows up against guard rail
										Oh what it’s like to live full scale

											I’m watching it
											They’re botching it

												Cold rusted beautiful afternoon
												Plenty a plank placed too soon