They went underground wanted,
They being wanted down a hole.
They were not rebels or sheeters
Of a body’s history behind iron.
They went in a hole not like Sita
Not to return only to be blamed
For the adultery not committed.
They are not wanted by history.
No one wants manhole workers.
The job is shitty and the clothes
Smell a city’s gentrified morals.
A bread in a mouth is so putrid.
(Three days ago four city workers died in a manhole they had entered for a cleanup)