some of the cans we
scavenged
from the ditches
after shift drinks
scattered
amongst the snakes
stabbing with a stick
skipping
those too close
to water moccasins
from the neighbors we
carried
tin cans of tin cans
to the concrete slab
crushed
sledgehammered one by one
stench of week-stale beer
skipping
slurred sermons
to swiftly escape