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Electrician's Helper

This is a red cow day,

udderly brutal, Pop would say.

We’d groan;

he’d grin and hop in

the back

of the Hansmeyer Electric pickup,

to get acclimated he claimed,

instead of riding up front

in the air conditioned comfort.


 

Vicksburg’s heat,

is hotter than it should be 

due to all the water

in the Mississippi River

evaporating all at once,

turning workers into tuna

flopping on the banks, mouths

gulping for oxygen like gills,

while pulling wires through conduit,


 

Living above our means

meant we never climbed

out of debt to the heights

where Twelve Oaks type

mansions were built, where

air conditioned progeny

never worried about paying bills

like we did, like we do, while bringing

light to everyone but ourselves.

— W. Barrett Munn, Jul 08, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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The poem's strongest gesture is its final line, where "bringing / light to everyone but ourselves" lets the literal work of an electrician open into economic and emotional meaning without straining for it. The double sense of light—current and hope—arrives quietly, and the poem earns it through the accumulated detail of labor that precedes it.

The opening pun, "udderly brutal," establishes Pop's character economically and sets up the warmth between the speaker and the father figure. The image of hopping into the truck bed "to get acclimated" is specific and telling; it does character work through action rather than statement, and the small groan-and-grin exchange gives the relationship texture in very few words.

The second stanza's central conceit—workers "turning into tuna / flopping on the banks"—is vivid, though it may be reaching for more than it can hold. The chain of causation, river water "evaporating all at once" to explain the heat, asks to be read as tall-tale exaggeration in Pop's voice, but the transition into the tuna simile blurs whether the hyperbole belongs to him or to the speaker. Clarifying whose voice owns that exaggeration could sharpen the effect, since the poem's best moments elsewhere are grounded in concrete observation rather than conceit.

The third stanza carries the poem's argument, and the shift from "like we did" to "like we do" does real work, collapsing past and present to show the debt as unresolved. The "Twelve Oaks type / mansions" reference gestures toward the antebellum South and its inheritances, which suits the Vicksburg setting, but the phrase "type" slightly deflates the allusion; naming the contrast more precisely, or trusting the image of "air conditioned progeny" to carry it, might let that class divide land harder.

One craft note worth attention: the poem relies heavily on air conditioning as its recurring marker of comfort, appearing three times. Repetition can build a motif, but here the third instance risks redundancy rather than reinforcement. Varying the image on its final appearance, while keeping the through-line, could preserve the pattern without letting it thin.

The line breaks in the second stanza work well, with "mouths" and "gills" landing at the ends of lines to stress the suffocation, while the closing stanza's enjambment on "heights" and "bringing" pulls the reader forward into the turn. That control of the line is a consistent strength across the poem.

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