The whistle is not for us.
It is for the ones going home,
telling their bodies it is over,
telling their wives to put the coffee on.
We pass them at the gate
like two tides that know each other.
Nobody says good morning.
Everybody means it.
By six the line is moving
and the building hums the way a church hums
when the choir is still in the back
and the Lord is running late.
This is as far as the free sample goes — the rest of Assembly Line Hymns is waiting for you.
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