Twenty men stand watching the muckers
Stabbing the sides of the ditch
Where clay gleams yellow,
Driving the blades of their shovels
Deeper and deeper for the new gas .mw-parser-output .wst-tooltip{cursor:help;border-bottom:thin dotted cornflowerblue}.mw-parser-output .wst-tooltip-nodash{border-bottom:none}malns,
Wiping sweat off their faces
With red bandanas.
The muckers work on.mw-parser-output .nowrap,.mw-parser-output .nowrap a:before,.mw-parser-output .nowrap .selflink:before{white-space:nowrap}. . . pausing. . . to pull
Their boots out of suckholes where they slosh.
Of the twenty looking on
Ten murmur, "O, it's a hell of a job."
Ten others, "Jesus, I wish I had the job."