Dean Meredith


Production Line - Poem by Dean Meredith

'When you least expect it', they say
'Expect it'
But what?
The unexpected of course
So who are they?
The enlightened ones
The repeaters
The conveyors, of meaning
One thought following another
Like cans of soup in a factory
Each labelled and filled, consistently
With well trained quality control
Until, something happens
Unplanned, out of the ordinary
A bug in one of the tins
Questions are asked
How did this happen?
Who's fault is it?
What do we tell the bosses?
The outlier is removed
Disposed of
Someone smiles
The machine starts over

Topic(s) of this poem: work


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015



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