Today he plumbed the depths of the human soul
with just his voice and toolbag full of words.

A dirty job but someone has to do it.
Gingerly he plugged away, fished for turds.

We watched as he attacked the blockage
from all expected angles; turned this here, stuck that there

almost as if he knew what he was doing.
His manly grunts electrified the air.

Then he was finished. He was a sight, soaked through
and flush with workman's triumph - yet

despite the warm and stinking wet,
the shit itself seemed not at all diminished.