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the workers

they laugh continually

even when

a board falls down

and destroys a face

or distorts a

body

they continue to

laugh,

when the color of the eye

becomes a fearful pale

because of the poor

light

they still laugh;

wrinkled and imbecile

at an early age

they joke about it:

a man who looks sixty

will say

I'm 32, and

then they'll laugh

they'll all laugh:

they are sometimes let

outside for a little air

but are chained to return

by chains they would not

break

if they could;

even outside, among

free men

they continue to laugh ,

they walk about

with a hobbled and inane

gait

as if they'd lost their

senses; outside

they chew a little bread,

haggle, sleep, count their pennies,

gaze at the clock

and return;

sometimes in the confines

they grow serious

a moment, they speak of

OUTSIDE, how horrible

it must be

to be

shut OUTSIDE

forever, never to be let

back in;

it's warm as they work

and they sweat a

bit,

but they work hard and

well, they work so hard

the nerves revolt

and cause trembling,

but often they are

praised by those

who have risen up

out of them

like stars,

and now the stars

watch

watch too

for those few

who might attempt a

slower pace or

show disinterest

or falsify an

illness

in order to gain

rest (rest must be

EARNED to gain strength

for a more perfect

job).

sometimes one dies

or one goes mad

and then from OUTSIDE

a new one enters

and is given

opportunity.

I have been there

many years;

at first I believed the work

monotonous, even

silly

but now I see

it all has meaning,

and the workers

without faces

I can see are not really

ugly, and that

the heads without eyes -

I know now that those eyes

can see

and are able to

do the work.

the women workers

are often the best,

adapting natuarally,

and some of these I

made love to in our

resting hours; at first

they appeared to be

like female apes

but later

with insight

I realized

that they were things

as real and alive as

myself.

the other night

an old worker

grey and blind

no longer useful

was retired

to the OUTSIDE.


speech!speech!

we demanded

it was

hell, he said.

we laughed

all 4000 of us:

he had kept his

humor

to the

end.


(from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame)


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