Serfs up for work

(Originally published by The Rye Whiskey Review)

hellish environment abound

as the heatwave intensifies

no relief for the camper of the street you say

at least vagabonds can find shade

laborers slave away

dying a little each second

the toil and grind

hacking away at their soul

leaving merely hours in a lifetime

for relaxation and enjoyment

no time to fully recharge

before the thrall resumes

while cold fingers point

and quenched throats command