To fire up ignition lights way on down the line
Rotating cogs stick in rusting joints
Awaiting a reward of new-day's oil
Movements still triggered by tumbling cues
Reacting in jerks and slow alterations
Methodically trapped in a warehouse square
Upon frameworks cornerstoned by concrete
By negligence of night's gone floor crew
And time bearing no breath to remediate
All objectives taken fully and schedules too precisely
With pieces leaving conveyors into baskets on the floor
Tumblers whir past preregulated speed
Ever falling below preceding procrastination
Gears barely catching under varied attentiveness
Wires stretch across coils steaming beneath rubber
Every corner worn to cutting plateau
Each edge now smoothed by fan belts and pulley ropes
Time turns niches into flexible notches
Once-snapped levers glued back to functioning
Efficiency on paper sheets shown for profit bound
Such a change in protocol over years of cutting turns
In a cornered high-pipe chimney floats a fire's smoke
With no purpose but assurance things are running
Machines spread fifty yards across
With parts a ton a block a set
Once clanging and crashing when pieces choose slip
Now tinker in perpetuum on knacking support pins
Every day the trucks roll out in directions universal
While one entry door is trafficked far too thin
Foundation never sways under flood nor fire
But ceiling cracks drip onto wheels and cranks
Despite red metal the parts never halt
Till pulling switches ceases all violently
A sleeping building ever-humming in a generator's care
Forgetting daylight duties for a time
Product after product is absorbed by the masses
Craving without knowing any are asking
Old mechanics fashion new equipment noiselessly
And no repairman will soothe the groaning cogs
No comments:
Post a Comment