Black Dragon wrote:
You set the dial
and turn the knob,
for all the while
'cuz that's your job.

To twist and turn
yet another day,
For all you yearn
is a better way.

To school, to learn
if you'd only done,
now to twist and turn
is surely no fun.

For direction you see
you did not hanker,
of all things to be
you're a handle cranker.


I've got another:

Nataly Reed,

Untitled

Dirty work jeans, one pocket work shirt, steel-toed boots, denim apron
Quarters, eighths, sixteenths, thirty-seconds of an inch
Measured by the dual wheels of the lathe
Turn-twist turn-twist twist-turn
The tungsten carbide drill bit bites the cold rolled steel
Wisps of heat rise
Sending the scent of burning metal to my nostrils

I spend the summer days in the shade of the shop
Cool cement floors seep moisture
Iridescent coolant sprays
Sweep up tightly curled metal chips
Worse than any ordinary sliver
Outside the summer sun bakes the gravel
Watch the cars fly down 4-Mile Road
Five-thirty time
Wash hands with Borax
Put the helmet on
Ride behind dad on the motorcycle to home
I'm going to be a machinist, just like you.


Too bad many don't think this way.


--
Steve Walker
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