Whistling workers

Careless whistling of construction worker's
blues
sweat bricks
odors of fly meat
seared by hotter equatorial explosions
black jeans burn
white cap stutters
TNT evolves

eyes closed still seeing the radiant
sea of sunclouds
witnessing own resurrections
deaths of whole cultures
at the white guy's realm dream borders

why are my ears and noses around
to witness
all lack of luck and luck of lack-all
happy to be blinded and deafened
by my white guy's
categorizing
lunacy

why erect them spacey glass works hotels
solid roof mosquitoes
figments of Aztec legend
chaotic processions
of summer
ripped out hearts
gold torture
if not for the pleasures
of failure

will leave this jungle hell lodge
misused as heaven
treated like portraits of sunsnow
in dim light lakes

so the careless whistling continues
not aware
of its consequences
ten thousand years from now