Smells of sweaty labor
burly in appearance
confined to pint sized space
Guttural tones foreign in an alien land
Praying, drinking walking a lonely beat
fury unleashed on the coolies
handful of rations come from home
letters ripped open there is no privacy.
is this work, is this slavery
a sentence for being picturesque and majestic
hollow jammed in cacophony of strange noises
the bridge invites, the leap to death serendipity.