Friday, 16 September 2022 09:43

Biscuit Factory

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Biscuit Factory

Biscuit Factory

by John Short

This expanse of sprawling madness
and disinfected squalor
for a product no one really needs.

The thunderous megalomania
of machinery means action,
dismissing tinnitus as collateral.
Sad history locked within a place
whose soul is a wage-slave oubliette.

We are the caffeine operatives
who weigh potato starch all night,
nudge errant biscuits endlessly in line
and emerge like matchsticks
in the morning, Lowry silhouettes.

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John Short

John Short lives near Liverpool again after a previous life in southern Europe. He's appeared in places like Pennine Platform, London Grip and The High Window. His last full collection is Those Ghosts (Beaten Track 2021).

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