Passing Time

As the dust emerges around me and the heat fills my nostrils,
a sharp pain in my head causes my eyes to squint.
The sudden sounds within the plant echo for miles around,
as the workeers tend to their daily work.
The slight breezes from fans do nothing....
but circulate the heat around you.
Eerie sounds escape from the enormous cranes above,
for they are known to to give at any given moment.
Dark and humid on the outside,
the rest of the world rests their worn bodies in their homes.
As feet begin to ache and sweat begins to run,
the sound of a horn is heard within the plant.
Everyone begins to rest their bodies in the rugged chairs,
as not one sound can be heard over the next several moments.
The horn from above gasps again,
as people rise to their feet and begin where they left off.
Yet a normal day for most, along with many more to come,
all have grown tired and ready to rest with their families.
As the smoke rises from my lips and my pen begins to slow,
the horn gasps once more several hours later.
Clean bodies enter through the gigantic doors,
as the tired and weary stagger out.
For one shift has ended and another has started.
One last beep confirms the end of my shift,
I latch my time card to my hard hat and lay this pen to rest.