James Walton #83 Take these chains from my heart/ the Delegate's advice

I cleaned in a bakery

the nightshift of all sorts,

in the days before organics

the careful floor sweepings

made the wholemeal.

We wiped down metal

hosed out the relays,

collected the casual rate.

A Hungarian called ‘Jack’

sang opera until the shift boss,

a corporation in linen

decided to stop the disruption.

We ceased work at that

until the voice was let out again,

the next week I got laid off

not put on for recompense.

He met me at my car

with his wife in Burgundy Street,

shaking my hand my name is Zoltan

this is still a good country.

They gave me bottled tomato sauce

and garage dried salami,

I hope so mate, I hope so

honour the union but maybe

try some Ray Charles tonight.