Wednesday 25 April 2018

THE MEMORY OF A ROOM


THE MEMORY OF A ROOM

A room full of memories -
Becoming a memory of a room -
Soon to become a memory
Of a memory of a room

Clock-watching the day away
The workers waiting for release
Machinery pounding endlessly
Until the hooter blows

I hate this place
I love this place
Loving to hate the wait
Until the hooter blows

Ceaselessly seeking trade
Metal grinds upon metal
Steel pounds against steel
Until the hooter blows

Marge and Doris serving tea
Trolley rattling unstable urnings
The bored room sips waiting
Until the hooter blows

Raucous laughter drifting
From the staff canteen
Cheese sandwiches again
Until the hooter blows

Imprisoned by grinding work
Imprisoned by needing to work
Find whatever release you can
Until the hooter blows

Selling your labour and toil
Selling your life by the hour
Selling your soul day by day
Until the hooter blows

They loved this place
This hated place
The years spent waiting
Until the hooter blows

For a chance to go home
For the means to have a home
For a roof to sleep under
After the hooter blows

A table full of food is waiting
Piping hot against the cold
There’s a family waiting
After the hooter blows

All those memories forgotten
All those lives once passed
All the purposeful pointless hours
Now that final hooter’s blown

A room full of memories
Becoming a memory of a room
Soon to become a memory
Of a memory of a room

MAWH, 250418

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