Day 7- 9.23.20
Classroom Globes Are Built
In a factory in Houston, Texas.
Workers in white wait for meat sandwiches,
dry teeth meet bread, gazes roll slow and dumb like marbles
on a chair seat.
Bells are rung, switches flick up, and hands spring back
Spines curve and set like paper mache,
cheeks sharpen, eyeballs grow yellow under
the buzzing fluorescence.
Beneath strategic netting, their soft brains focus
to avoid the looming clack of blades, the swooping shadow of
stiff plaster. Like clams producing pearls, they are awake.
They are awake like clams pried open, shucked, and swallowed.
Hours hum by in conveyor belt piles
until the final bell is rung, apparatus shrieks simmer to wheezing and
the workers go home with blue paint beneath their nails.
Thus, the children will learn what
the world looks like,
how it turns.