Martin Glaberman

Factory Songs Of Mr Toad

Three poems by the auto worker, labour organiser and associate of the Johnson-Forrest Tendency, Martin Glaberman.


WILDCAT 1

A most practical cat
Walking silently on padded feet
Unseen, unheard
Power concentrated
In a compact body.

Lean, lithe, less
in appearance
Than the explosive leap,
periodic culmination
of growing power
of growing hunger.

Amber, black, mottled, gold.
All colours help to hide
it’s invisible path.

Slowly it climbs and waits
on limb
on cliff
on overhang.

All right, Buddy,
Let’s not get romatic.

Shut her down and lets go.
A most practical cat.

DRUM

boom

That’s a helluva way
to welcome a buddy

Boom

who’s just a few minutes
late

BOOM

trying to sneak by the foreman
to avoid an argument

BOOM

banging on a steel skid
with a steel hammer lead hammer copper hammer

B O O M

rhythmically, louder and louder
all work stopped to escort me to my machinery

B O O M

and when I get there
it just as suddenly

S T O P S

all except the memory of the foreman
standing around looking stupid
at something they can’t control.


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