Seasonal-Work>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

two men scraping paint
working in total silence
with mask, gloves, pads,
googles, plastik bags and
water bottle for drinks
for a while they both
turn red even their hair
sweaty, very quiet, patient

could you be, be like that
without complaining a bit
without taking smoke break
or chat break, water break
who among us could do this
yet we scream they're taking
our job, they usually come
during summer, home in winter