The Mind of a Worker

DEEP contemplation at the end of a week of drudgery,

INDUSTRIAL obsession as my days, and weeks, and months, are filled by the sound of the factory pangs,

SUBJUGATION under the authority of the supervisor and their supervisor and never mine and so on,

TORRENT OF EMOTION every time that they tell me that I am having a misdeed and that I’m impossible to work with,

REVERSING all progress and all regrets,

ALL for nothing, is what every effort feels like,

CALM CALCULATION into the moons and nights and nights and moons and etched into my palms from the flight of my tears,

TOTAL acceptance and confusion, but acceptance yet again as I make due with my fate and I make sense of it,

ILLUMINATION and release from all burdens and preoccupation, tomorrow’s and the future’s, and also maybe the past’s,

ONGOING deception and truth-telling at the workplace between chefs and waiters, waiters and customers,

NEARBY escalation, not to conflict, but to peace and withdrawal into my quiet little world, into my home and sanctuary, whether interior nor exterior. I accept my fate.