Get Your Premium Membership

The Landscapers

early morning & they get together to load up the truck with the lawnmowers, blowers, rakes, digging tools of sorts, weed eaters, trimmers, hedge clippers & their long arm grabbers--- the four guys in their late teens & early twenties work for a man who lives a couple counties away & he pays them at the end of the week for the contracted houses which they tend to each day. the work is easy in the morning but by noon as the sun begins to beat down & the hazy air gets thick with pollen, their eyes begin to itch & each of them try not to gouge them out of their sockets, doing their best to make it through the day. the fun comes round mid-afternoon, when they begin to steal the balls from the back yards where the children living at the contracted homes lost them--- they collect them as if they were trophies for the day & amass them in a couple big garbage bags--- when the work day is officially over, they begin to destroy the kid’s balls with sinister smiles on their faces laughing at each other as they crush, pop, stab & slash them, as well as shoot them from the blowers into a nearby wall. the whole while, the landscapers joke using different voices to sound like the kids crying & whining to their parents that they had lost their balls.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 2/2/2012 8:04:00 AM
Hello. I like the way your work starts off with daily drudgery but slowly and surely it rises, with four people making the best of things and appreciating workers commeradery. Enjoyable read of substance . Karen
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs