The Worker by Richard W. Thomas by Gisella Prado https://padlet.com/gprado5/3vxnse047jan en-us 2019-01-05 23:31:07 UTC 2019-01-06 01:32:24 UTC hello@padlet.com The Worker by Richard W. Thomas gprado5 https://padlet.com/gprado5/3vxnse047jan/wish/317614619 My father lies black and hushed
Beneath white hospital sheets
He collapsed at work
His iron left him
Slow and quiet he sank

Meeting the wet concrete floor on his way
The wheels were still turning—they couldn’t stop
Red and yellow lights flashing
Gloved hands twisting knobs—they couldn’t stop
And as they carried him out
The whirring and buzzing and humming machines
Applauded him
Lapping up his dripping iron
They couldn’t stop

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