Crushed fingers

hands

chest

hips

6 maybe 12 bones unbroken

and these men

like him

half the time afraid and always Underpaid

Knowing where they are

and where they'll always be

Coming around

to the screaming dark

the black dust settling in his lungs

the slow swell of pain

He thinks about his son suckling at his wifes breast

knowing all the pain to come

A panic crushes him