suppose there always
gonna be April 7
it just hid there like
In the 1991 book, Rivethead : tales from the assembly line, by Ben Hamper, (New York, NY : Warner Books 1991), a book about life and work an the GM assembly line Flint, Michigan, the author tells the story of the day he suffered a mental and physical breakdown on the job.
Mr. Hamper wrote: “I suppose there was always gonna be an April 7, 1988. It just hid there like a heartless sniper behind the diesel haze and the minute hand. It knew my name. It knew my brain. It could smell fear a mile away. Its aim was true.”
Crossing the Rubican.
At the crossroads.
Day of Decision.
Days that stand out.
April 7 was that day for Mr. Hamper much like September 11 is that day for this country and maybe, much of the world.
Not much of a stretch to write, I suppose there was always gonna be an September 11, 2001.
It just hid there like a heartless sniper behind the diesel haze and the minute hand.
It knew our name.
It knew our brain.
It could smell fear a mile away.
Its aim was true.
Waiting now for life to return to normal after covid but it is hard to return to normal when normal isn’t there anymore.
A lot of normal went away on September 12th.
