Who’ll Gimmie Mi a Job
Our Canteen Ladies
The Ice Cream Van Cometh
The Company Watch
A Little Ditty
A Tale to Tell
No 159 by Alison
The ground here is accustomed to the
vibrations and sounds of a plant in constant working
Day and night the furnaces melt, then hold the liquid
aluminium at productions call.
Fork lift trucks with their heavy loads, clattering;
gain attention from the men in their dusty overalls.
For sixty years the work has been flowing, dayshift,
and night shift without a pause.
But now closure is slowly creeping in through theses
gates, it will then pour with a gush into the machinery,
and the lives of the workmates.
Silence will replace the heat and motion; number 159
will be a memory which time will erase.