Reconstruction Site

I rise before the strike of hammer on wood
And the heat of mid-day eyes force me in

In time to hear the lonely watch descend
And the tattered armor flap in the wind
Like a shelled sigh of victory

In time to see the flood lights drowned by dawn
And wonder where brick and bones would fall
If tomorrow said so

In time to feel the friendly fire approach
And claw the tangled mess of morning
To know I’m still awake