A bored board waits in the sun
doing its best to seep sap
in an attempt at levity
for when the beer-bellied
red-faced
foreman
comes ‘round to gather materials
he will be coated in tar –
four inches wide and 12 feet long
the bored board waits for the crow
daily this magnificent bird
gently lights on the edge
leaving a special present for anyone
not paying attention when they round the corner –
cut from a mighty elm, the bored board
listens
to the sounds of beeping when the forklift backs up
the soft wind breezing through the skeleton
muffled yelling from the plumbers, deep beneath the foundation
and the constant hollering of that despicable man in charge –
the bored board picks its moment
as the hostile crew boss passes
witnessing the smear of crow ****
and a handful of pitch
a deep feeling of satisfaction