Chain-Gang Sonnet

Tell the wind to quit
Banging them clouds around. No need
For that big guy to bully,
Clouds easy to shift. Tell him
Shut up & try doing some real work,
Try hauling this mountain away
Shovel by shovel, try laying some track.
Sleep cut all night by dynamite,
Guts ripped on this shit they feed you,
Not so bad as that wind
Teasing, a voice like your woman
Whispering from the rock,
Like she was naked in the river again, Lord,
& you washing cool mud from your feet.