From the Factory Window II

rare as white buffalos
were windows on the factory floor.

anyone who worked
near such scarce and wondrous portals

was counted as fortunate indeed
or perhaps blessed by God.

    I remember the afternoon sunlight
    streaming narrowly inside

    like a needle plunged under the skin;
    searching for withered souls within

one day after years of endless repetition
and walking in circles midst a forest of machines

I simply followed the sun outside
and never returned.

 – Jerry Dan Deutschendorf