Inspired by Pearl Jam's, "Sad" and Tina Modotti's "Workers, Mexico."

Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He walks up a plank weighed down by concrete
formed for a, "livable community."
New welts surface where he once was caressed.
Sweat rivulets flow from under his hat,
but is this revealed in the photograph?

Where concrete blocks are dropped is not his choice.
His scraped knuckles leave indelible marks.
Real estate brokers will hide what life costs.

The foreman throws disparaging remarks,
and drinks water too expensive to share.
This worker is deluged by acerbic air.

If only we lived dry-eyed as concrete,
and not be bothered with caress or choice,
and not be bothered with a human thirst.



Tina Modotti's photograph is of two Mexican workers carrying a block of concrete up a plank to a ship. I can't find it on the internet or else I would post the link here. It's incredible. I was looking at it, and listening to "Sad" at the same time, and they seem to fit a bit.
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