Pon the scaffold the wind cuts through

Bricks,
Fuckin awful bricks.
Why do you plague me?
Oh vicious Thermalite.
Wind doth blow your poison dust in my eyes.
Cement,you cunt.
Burn my hands.
Burn through my wonderful piano playing hands.
My hands.
MY GOD FORSAKEN HANDS.
Let tears fall on my boots,
for i shall not wipe.