Above the factory was a smog that
I came to revere one day while
Laboring at the conveyor line,
Where we would stare up and see it
Through the window taunting us.
It was break-time and Ben was
Coughing beside me at the air,
The polluted air we helped create.
I exalted the smog like a true modern
Man ought to do, and loved it too.
I enjoyed it when I walked to my car
Afterward and kept my eyes planted
On its face as I drove away to see
My children and my wife at home.
I slept in bed and turned to her and
Saw the smog again in her face,
In the faces of my children,
In the face of my wife.
I saw the smog and loved it.