A throbbing factory hugs the tracks
at the back door of town.
Anonymity clangs
across the layered land and space.

Three shifts shuffle back and forth,
perpetual motion hums and drones.
A train lumbers past;
its rhythm counterpoints the plant.

And if it should ever stop,
the vacuum of sound
might draw the lonely neighbors out
and aware of each other.

4 Responses to “Vacuum”

  1. Kyle Sundgren Says:

    Fuck yeah! It is quite a shock when a noise you hear day in and day out suddenly stops. Like turning off the AC for the first time after summer. Great stuff.

    • sethdellinger Says:

      thanks dude! something like that was what kickstarted this poem. I was walking past some sort of factory in Erie when some sound—I don’t even know what—stopped, and it was like the whole world was off kilter for a few seconds.

  2. beautiful writing, vivid imagery. im there.

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