Friday, August 19, 2011

At the Cutting Edge No.2



Amid the foundry's hollow rumble:
the shapes of idle benches trace 
the path of spectral pipe
that circumnavigated the globe,
and a sign from OSHA rots and warns
where grease of absent fingers plays
on the buttons that hang from the overhead crane,
and here at a bench where power surges
where are the hard hats and safety glasses
for the queued shadows of the next shift?