Carhartt blood.

Workworn and torn in yards of scrap and lumber

thick as giants limbs, by nimble overalls,
snapping buttons and rusting rivets;
coating taut flesh like indigo ironhide—
oil, fat and paint abated, satiate, stubbornly dry.

double-denim or triple, so bury me in it,
ironed crisp: carhartt blood, dickies flesh and
big ben bones,
fearing never, rain, pain or troubles,
invisible, and warm and defiant in deepest of blues.