At the same time, On the same day, Of every week, We, The wage workers, Don our uniforms. Under the hats, And above the collars, Only faces, Masks, Exist. Once under the clock and The heat of the omnipresent vision, We swelter. We each become nothing more than the smallest appendage of the looming machine. [...]
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The Wage Worker
Posted in Wes Blummer, tagged Blummer, Poetry, wage, Wes, worker on May 12, 2010 | 2 Comments »
