The Workers

The workers sit
blue-uniform hunched
in the canopied back
of the old Toyota bakkie,

their eyes squint
tired and deep
into the five o’clock sun.

In front sits boss,
junior by his side,
lips smiling
and eyes full
with laughter.

They do not bother squinting,
wear sunglasses
and drive only as far
as city centre.

It is too dangerous
behind the mountain’s shadow.