Poem #53

Job description and observation
of a stacker…

How people put cardboard
on a pallet,

requires some experience
in Acrobatics,

to spin, to flip
the print
into perfect destination.

Some naughty sheets
require beating.

A mallet submits
the coy corrugation
into its proper place.

The bad eggs of boxes
go in a basket.

Feed the scrap
into the teeth
of a shredder.

Looking for the cold-blooded,

they are baking
in the morning light.

Their foreheads sop up sweat.

They take several steps back
from their stacks

to press a drink on their pursed, dry lips
of powerful, pure water.

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