The Worker Poem By Richard Thomas
Don't understand Richard the Worker's poem? 3
What have you done And what should iron represent and what can it not stop?
Worker:
Seize it and suffocate
Under all the leaves
Unconscious at work
The iron left him.
Sinking slowly and quietly
Find wet concrete in your path.
The wheel keeps turning.
They can't stop
Bright red and yellow light
Waving gloved hands
They can't stop
And how to guide?
Walking and we
And the number of teachers
Applause for that
Lick your wrought iron
I suspect it was an assembly line worker who was caught in the mechanics and assembly line dimension tearing his body. Iron leaks can be blood. The iron made it ... maybe it was bleeding.
Nothing can stop the wheels from turning to keep you in place.
