I stink of sweat
The stress
Rolling down my forehead
Middle of back across chest
Underarms
Ass and thighs
6 more hours to go
6 more hours
Being assault by the scream
Of the Makita grinder
10,000 rpms
Throwing dust in the air to suck
Line the lungs
In superheated glass coating
Promise of slow death to come later
But not now
No mercy
Not now
Not for at least 6 more forever’s
©workingclassproduction.com, 2015
This is a powerful poem showing how damaging some jobs can be on the body and lungs–and on the psyche. Thank you for sharing it, Joe!
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