The Absence of Noise

By smokejack

Thu, 02 Oct 2014
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Factory sirens no longer wail

Chimney smoke has all but gone

The wrecking ball began the fall

Of an empire of workers strong

 

Clocking machine no longer clicks

Locker doors no longer sway

Hissing machines, those growling fiends

Are now scrap metal being weighed

 

The cacophony of manufacturing

A symphony of sweat and graft

The rhythm of production lines

And the jokes that made us laugh

 

I remember every single sound

The shouts amongst the din

I remind myself of what it was like

By taking a hammer to a biscuit tin

 

Factory sirens no longer wail

The singers no longer sing

It’s all offices and whispers now

And my ears no longer ring

 

©JMcN2014

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Biography

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This is very evocative. Verse can bring in the sound and motion and changing scenes in a way a drawing cannot, and in a more concentrated form than a film could, so the whole is more like a snapshot of the whole era. Rhiannon