a gowny way of thinking
watching views passing in my head
fasting not attending to any one of them
never thoughts of importance
just a carousel to blur
i trade it
to the task before me
the industrial bath
drains a slow beige stretch
and my brain feels a little pulled at
i’ve a simple washing task
the last sick child of the shift
has been immersed
baptized and ushered out
and I’m left to scour the chemicals away
(hope child will live to see another day)