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Factory Floor

from Our Solitary Confinement by Sieben

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Factory Floor

This the factory floor that shaped our lives, and warped our limbs—we weft our plans for escape. With our work we worked well, for cobbled and broke we hobbled out to twilight. Our sweat greased the cogs that still rattle and churn. That must, musky grease and filings, a heady taste, an era. My solitary confinement—my sweat greased the cogs that still rattle my head.

Mackinlay’s cap still curbs the course of weeds, late Harding’s card unpunched. Thom Tolson’s gauge unchecked, Smith’s winch and chain rusted but unbroken.

This the factory floor that shaped our lives, and warped our limbs—we weft our plans for escape. With our work we worked hard, for cobbled and broke we hobbled out to twilight. The clock ticks and halts, ticks and halts. I half expect the hooter to sound and release me, and the stamping stop.

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from Our Solitary Confinement, released February 2, 2017

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