The Construction zone was all littered with bone and glass sparkling under the moon.
The location, a sliver of ground near the river where track hoes had been trenching since noon.
The downtown Queen City where taverns were plenty and red lights cast their glow on the street.
Where in days of the past there had been found such glass as to make a digger's heart skip a beat.
The tall chain link fence was a small hindrance, we slid by it under a chain.
Then we spotted the trench and by only an inch we jumped in before being seen.
We peeked up and out to see the guard all about and checking things out with his light.
Then he got into his van and we could tell by his hand on his face he would be sleeping tonight.
Our headlamps did switch and lit up the trench with a glow through the subsurface pass.
And our eyes were then greeted our blood it was heated by the sparkling shards of glass.
The trench had been sliced through the privies so nice it could not have been better planned.
And the whole bottles winked in the light so distinct we just picked them up with our hands.
The first bottle I procured like a barrel was curved, it proclaimed in bold type "Greeley's Bitters"
Then while looking around I saw more on the ground and in the walls of the trenched out shitters.
For quite a while I stuck with that style and only picked up just the barrels.
Then the shape of a cabin changed my desire into nabbin' some cabins to go with the barrels.
We were nervous as hell with our booty so swell that we thought we should trek to the truck.
So we peeked up and spied and with joy then I cried cause the guard was still by slumber struck.
So like spiders so still we sneaked through the fill and hid all of our hoard in the truck bed.
And with fresh emptied box we sneaked back past the docks and back into the trench once again.
A Washington flask in my headlamp did bask in a cobalt as dark as the night.
A glass fish, then a pig I found in the dig , then a green cabin caught my sight.
As I wiped off the dirt 'twas my pleasure to flirt with a Harrison campaign flask.
Now how could I sneak with my knees now so weak, escape our final task.
With the box freshly filled with the bottles of skilled glass blowers from time out of mind.
We checked for the guard and then ran really hard toward the truck with our precious finds.
As we drove from the scene it was just like a dream and we started to laugh and cry and scream.
I felt so alive I could just barely drive as the moonlight did dance on our mood so serene.
