Falling Down On The Job

local_library Falling Down On The Job

by John Grey

Published in Issue No. 221 ~ October, 2015

Light measures the vast room through

what shapes make of it. A face,

wardrobe-plain, falls down in the

vast shadow of American industry.

Am I dead? it asks. No birds fly.

No leaves rustle. Nothing.

Among sunset’s easel and canvases,

none paints more glibly than the smoke.

Unless it’s the cacophony. Or the

end product’s rejection of a particular offering.