Used to be an avalanche barrier builder
an' some look at my gait think I still am!
My hips used to contract on those radical slopes
like able cow or mountain goat
'cept with hammer, saw an a bunch of gear
I worked alone and in teams
bangin' dem barriers into place
forcing me bones into awkward positions
the slope was my foe and my job
If my movements were the same the valleys
differed
Osiris never a such a spectacle saw as me;
mere worker I chortled to myself
looking at a tiny village from below
My stickity fences did better than
girl scout cookies:
they held massive slabs of snow
otherwise ready to unleash like an attack dog
getting its order
taking with it the living and non-living
But conditions were tough, year after year we waged
battles with our union; an extra euro for every 100 meters
is all we got
Then, the snow melted
I drank a cup of tea on the unemployment line
Trying to conjure up other commercial ventures
for my barriers until
A day I was recycled to fix dams
my nose plastered against a 100 meter wall
tons of water on the other side
offered views unbeknownst.
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