My uncle Bill
up on the roof with a mouthful of nails
spitten em and hitten em

Before nailing guns and faster

Hardest working man I ever knew

It was hard to tell what Bill liked
but you always knew what he didn’t
He hated governments and politicians
worse than a man who wouldn’t work

I spent many a happy hour in his line of fire
while he spit opinions like bile coated nails

My father used to say
“A little hard work never killed anyone”
It may have killed Bill

Building cabinets at seventy seven
a blowout in the brain
and he fell like a sack of nails

I wasn’t there
it might have been the work
or he may have been listening to the news