In blue 

After Ann Petry in conversation with “Builders” The Family by Jacob Lawrence

I see your faces and wonder 

If the house they are taking down 

Is yours

You seem to be walking away

As the home

The home you put your name on

Cripples piece by piece 

At the hands of blue-collar workers  

Like you, no choice, doing what they’re told 

We see semblance of the boy’s future 

Collared in blue

I wonder about the women 

If their lives will be as full of hardship 

As Lutie Johnson on 116th street 

Or if they got off that street 

And are now heading back.