Factory Souls

lyric, free verse

Between groups of shoulders and late-day breath

And dread…

Mindlessness in the city

Ingrained between each hair on your arm

Dry mortar between bricks

A wall less publicized than Berlin’s

Unseen but for reflections �"

Your shining eye in a polished jewelry shop window

Coveting bronze goblets and gold rings

Wearing silver ones

On your smooth thumb and pointing index

Finger squeaking along the window

Displays accented gold or red or even green

Colored plastic disguising electric harsh light

 

Between mountains and morning gusts

Sunset casts golds and reds and greens

The trees and soil and

Precious metal in rocks

Lying untouched, unknown

Even rusting or molding, resting

Insects laying eggs in soil and larva pouring out

Gather under stones and nibble the trees �"

The same maggots that chew on coffins

That devour corpses

Rings on fingers or not…

 

Soft hills of brain tissue  

Are soil mounds molded

By factory-soled shoes?

Author's Note

Critical responses - let me know what you like and don't like and why! Also, what kind of theme did you pick up?