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Duller: Dustier

Poetry By: jmurch

This is a feeling I had felt when I suffered a partial layoff a few years ago. It wasn't even unemployment. My company just dropped my hours to sometimes 16 hours per week. I was depressed, but it could have been worse. The economy was globally in shambles, and many of my coworkers had been entirely laid off. I still had a job, but I had no hours. This poem marked that pain I felt. It also drove me back to school which I truly needed.

Submitted:Apr 28, 2012    Reads: 35    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   

A man wonders did the pictures on the wall seem

duller - dustier?

Looking down at sore calloused hands he thought

How could the dream be over

when the factory was still three miles down the road

and his hands still felt the last piece he had

placed on the line. On the line… The line stopped…

He looks at those pictures again… of his children

His everyday shining rays of sun

in a gray sky and remembers the youngest just last night

asking, "Daddy do you think they'll take the house?"

in maybe not so many words.

And he lies, "No sweetie I don't"

as he tussles her hair

Because that is what daddy does sometimes,

but he thinks maybe they will as he wipes a teardrop

from his right eye.

Big men decided his fate in big houses

with white fences, and he wonders if their children's

bellies were full and if the pictures on their walls

were duller - dustier?


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