V.P.
Put a couple of steel levers
in his hands
and watch a cellar excavation
appear with remarkable
accuracy.
Try and get the floor
of a dirt hole level and you'll
be impressed by his eye.
There needed to be
a cigarette wedged into
the corner of his mouth
with an ash longer than the unfiltered
Sweet Caporal he smoked.
He sat, perched high on
an orange machine
and wielded power
and efficiency.
At home, the steel came from
his wife;
no machine required!