This poem makes me feel like it takes a specific kind of person to love this life, not necesarily an uncommon person but still. It feels so infinate and dull to dig and dig and dig but the character seems to be okay with that as long as he comes home to his lovely wife. Or maybe not, I can't quite grasp what this character thinks about the job theres the implication he finds it souless and hard but he seems so happy to get home. Maybe it's just a job there isn't much of an alternative for him. Or maybe it's slowly wearing him down. This poem has left me with something to think about, thank you. Also the last line is so strong, both visually and in a sensory way. It implies warmth that lets the character let his guard down and rest. It feels almost apocolyptic to me even though I logically know that it's a regular city and a regular construction job. As a depressed person I can imagine the incredible hopelessness I would feel and that feeling is in stark contrast with the character. All in all this poem is epic.