The Heart of Business
My factory ...
each morning
the engines puff ...
the wheels spin, gears engaging
the pistons pump, hydraulics pulsing like blood
the robotic arms bend and twist and buzz to their business
pulling, picking, placing, assembling ...
oiled and attended to their duty
a most important duty, I might add ...
not just from my rather biased perspective
but I think most would agree that our importance is empirical
we put task to a rather vital course
to a product of, should I say ... dire importance?
our means allow for only the finest attentions and results
the highest quality imaginable
stationary elements of precision
moving parts of the most meticulous interaction and synchronization
an extraordinarily dependable product
and a device that is, and MUST be, ultimately ... unbreakable
we make the finest of the finest, after all
and we put the "heart" in heartbeat
our factory thrums with the thrumming of humanity
pumps for the pumping of boundless blood
and swells with the pride of unbreakable perfection
A heart, above all, has to LAST
and as our banners brightly proclaim ...
'Hart's Hearts Last To The Last'
This poem did NOT place in the "Willy Wonka Is Not Here So What Is My Factory Going To Make" Poetry Contest.
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