Confession Of Faith In The Afternoon Poem by Gert Strydom

I notice the mechanical chisels jerking the road to pieces,
how the foreman pushes a hand under his helmet
then with a frown does look at a watch on his arm,
do roar out a command and the workers do smile from happiness
when everything for the afternoon lunch do come to a standstill
and the workers stand like a hungry crowd around him
where he does distribute tasty sandwiches
and when he does pray for them I am astonished in the central business district
when later men do laughing eat sandwiches and drink coffee
and that he is a sincere Christian do sink in.

© Gert Strydom