Fatigue hangs around like the next door

Cat ready to pounce, in the act of pouncing,

Pouncing.

Fatigue hangs in the air like millions of

Tiny dumb bells falling on one’s back.

Fatigue surrounds bones, muscles and

Joints, seeping like bone chilling

Dampness into and through the muscles,

Into the bones and the nervous

System causing the muscles attached to

The bones to shiver.  It all weakens the

Body politic till it can think only about

Bed, sleep and the dream of a day off,

Way off, so far off, it might never come.

And now, sweet, sweet rest and then

A Tiger Wood’s fist pump.