every 3rd or 4th house sits vacant, and yet red brick factories,
long cold, have begun to puff stale smoke again, a resurrection
like hand-rolled cigarettes of machine shop workers
from the '40s & '50s returned to haunt. Dave told me today
they can't find enough skilled manufacturers to fill jobs countywide.
I think he's full of shit, but he's got me thinking about unemployment,
about Lazarus of Bethany stepping from his tomb, walking down
East Bridge Street, maybe bumming a smoke on his way to work.
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