Leer Days Poem by James Faughner

In A Factory
There are Endless Inches of Dust and Grime
Some-Scrape this Dust and Grime to get by...
Supporting Mouths with Measly Money,
Starving
Hungry
Minds

On Dead Cement Floors.
Years of Broken
Glass
Skin
Soil
Brushed at...
Broomed by the tired ones
Collars Shining blue In,
Florescent
industrial
Sun

5-7 days
40 Hour Funeral
at 47
Heaven Now Rejected
My Maudlin Mother,
Baring Blister,
Smoking Room Blues,
adorns steel toes for two

One by One- parts
Fail Inspection,
her tail
Orders
&
Shipments

Leers and Ovens
Heat the Floor
More and More Overwhelming
Burns and sweat
Damned With Debt and
Endless
Leer
Days