On The Line
I am enthralled at first
In awe of this great space
The clatter of dark green machinery
Metropolis of movement
Long conveyor belts with snake-like curves
Rattle like dominoes.
The whine of forklifts
Clattering of printing presses
Moving at top speed.
At three of fourteen stations
I load pages into hoppers that are quickly emptied
Needing more . . . insatiable
A warning buzzer sounds
Go faster . . . faster!
Sweating on this concrete floor
Under a grid of bare fluorescent lights
Eight hours of running back and forth
Between the pallet loads of printed pages
And the ever-hungry hoppers.
On my way back home
Published: Blue Collar Review 2011