Saturday, June 14, 2008

Factory

The sound of filing
Grease stained men
A hammer louder
And louder still.

The heat from machines
The heat from a window, open.
Small steel bowls
Formica Formica Formica.

Paper, walls, desks, all yellow.
A lady who has the scent of heat
Steel lockers and now
Clack, clack, clack...of what?

A hope torn
From a small
Man.

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