tagNon-Erotic PoetryAll Day Long

All Day Long


108 degrees in the sawmill
today. Tall fans blow stifling
air at me. The din
of screaming saws

penetrates my earplugs.
Everything reeks
of pine sap. I stand beside
a conveyor chain piled

head-high with logs.
All day long
I roll those logs
one-at-a-time onto

the debarkers's feeder chain.
The debarker came all
the way from Sweden. Phone
booth sized, " CAMBIO"

in six-inch letters and the logo
of a rampant goat cast
into its dark green iron
housing. When idling,

the Cambio's electric
motors fill the mill with a high
whine. When the feeder chain
shoves a log into

the Cambio's maw, it slices
away the bark with
whirling knives, flings
the slippery peeled log

onto another conveyor. The Cambio
strips an eight foot log in about
three seconds, growls
like a leopard with bronchitis.

I roll logs onto the
feeder chain as fast
as I can. Log ends sticky
with resin. Bark dusty and

dry. When things run smoothly,
I can give the Cambio
sixteen logs a minute
all day long.

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