唐以洪打工诗歌二首

《在某某五金厂》

                                                     仿佛都是一些五金
                                                     在流水线上忍受着切割和造型
                                                     有的加工成了型
                                                     有的切成了边角料，
                                                     被一次又一次扔出厂门
 
                                                     成型的是一台台机器
                                                     专门加工时间和老板的微笑
                                                     青春、健康、人格、尊严
                                                     这些磨损得不值钱的部件
                                                     被一次次卸下，一次次组装
                                                     最要命的是
                                                     我们为何自己不能操作自己
 
                                                     成型的是一些插件
                                                     想把我们插在哪里就插在哪里
                                                     流水线上、罚款单里、离岗证上
                                                     排满了密麻麻的插痕
 
                                                     兄弟，即使我们就是五金
                                                     无力拿开那只踩在肩上的脚
                                                     我们也该放下自己那只捂在嘴上的手

《十年，打工》

                                                     十年前在这里打工
                                                     十年后依然在这里……
                                                     一根油条 一碗豆浆
 
                                                     我把这里叫站台
                                                     载我去远方的班车至今没来
                                                     过路车上挤满了人
                                                     他们手里握着预定的车票
                                                     我握的是工卡
                                                     和一张薄薄的暂住证
 
                                                     我也曾把这里叫收容所
                                                     收容来来往往的燕子
                                                     收容在大厦外表织网的蜘蛛
                                                     收容那些还在途中爬行的蜗牛和蚂蚁
                                                     收容杀人放火的想法
                                                     收容淡海、咸海、苦海
                                                     这些常年漂泊的灵魂……
 
                                                     十年前在这里打工
                                                     十年后依然在这里
                                                     为一碗冒着热气的豆浆
                                                     我们被一根油条指挥得东奔西跑