Valuing the Workplace

I like this sound of light industrial noise,
the ring of hammers, claps of sawed boards dropped
hard on the stone tiles, cries from men to boys
to get a move on. Mondays I would opt
for the swish of Trisha’s long shirts as she mopped
and on through Thursdays mostly what I’d hear
was the clack of motor fittings slotting back
where they ought to have been anyway before
the handymen unhandily though lack
of skill mistook a taper for a bore.
Thank Thor it’s Friday. Ship out. Close the store.