The Hands Which Mend

Alexander Razin
Jan 19, 2021

It’s what you do

It’s all familiar

I’ve been here before

Clock in

Clock out

Clock in

Grab the sheet

Fill in the time

Fill in the time

Put on the transparent top

Put on the gripping gloves

Grab the sanitation spray

Start the rounds through the halting hallways

Wiping soulless surfaces

Again

The cloth goes around

Around

Around

Again

Each separate space

cheerless characters

Work day in

Day out

Wishing

Begging

For your spot

Deep in inside

They know

They’ll rot

To have your shot

Maybe it’s not bad

To clock in

Clock out

Clock in

Clock out

One should stay glad

To not scrounge land

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Alexander Razin

Aficionado and connoisseur of obscure and experimental music, movies, and TV. Fictional and nonfictional pieces have their place here, too