I'm not sure this poem has the right ending yet.
Universal Ohio
(a factory in Twinsburg, Ohio - 1969)
We never knew what we were making there,
beyond minimum wage. And the company name
gave us no clue to the product we were producing.
As summer help, we just did what we were told:
swept the ever dirty factory floor,
carried heavy objects from one place
to another, held metal sheets for
the regular workers to hit with hammers
until our ears rang with the constant cry
of crickets – and punched the clock
every weekday, hoping to turn time
into money – until the day the band
saw nearly took off my thumb
and I decided minimum wage
was not enough.
Universal Ohio
(a factory in Twinsburg, Ohio - 1969)
We never knew what we were making there,
beyond minimum wage. And the company name
gave us no clue to the product we were producing.
As summer help, we just did what we were told:
swept the ever dirty factory floor,
carried heavy objects from one place
to another, held metal sheets for
the regular workers to hit with hammers
until our ears rang with the constant cry
of crickets – and punched the clock
every weekday, hoping to turn time
into money – until the day the band
saw nearly took off my thumb
and I decided minimum wage
was not enough.
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