Dust settles on cracked lips, scorching fire burns the tongue
Particles up your nose, overrun with dung
Dull thuds, several shovels pierce the earth
Dog-tired boys drag shovels and canteens
Been a long day, Feel acidly blisters on fingertips,
heavy muscles and drowsy minds
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