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Poems from Unit B

Photo by 🇨🇭 Claudio Schwarz | @purzlbaum on Unsplash

1.

light extends itself
across the floor
with each pull
of the chain,
across the newest stock
still wrapped in plastic
stacked neatly onto
palettes
reaching as far
as Inventory Department.

the sound goes even
further
and by the time
the shutters
are rolled
all the way up
the dull footsteps
brisk zippers
and burbled good-mornings
give way to a familiar
orderly
din
like
rumbling
waves.

2.

surplus stock, the cheap stuff
strewn about a wasteland of unswept dust
heavy sacks of fiberglass cables
lining the outer walls
server bays yet to be gutted
for copper and cards
a sense of elongation
under the sun
a wet prickle
a feeling.

beep. beep. beep.

forklift turns the skip
to let loose old rainwater
in the concrete lap
of summer
where all beauty
goes to dry.