Workers

1.

The gray, brown, soiled

yellow Ford plant on Five

Mile near the furniture

factory down-sized my

brother.  For twenty-

eight years he worked

there.  He put bumpers

on Ford exports.

2.

He worked there longer

than the life of many

mechanistic mechanical

devices.  Twenty-eight

years ago he couldn't

take a shit without

punching in and out.

The second shift was

my brother's.  The

best around, abound.

Bumpers should be proud.

Would someone take him

down?  Please tell mom.

Would someone please

take him down?