The cacophony of the factory
had left him deaf.
So many years
doing his routine
assembly that he hated.
Right up to the instant his heart
stopped and the tool
fell from his hand.
The heart that had yearned
for music and art.
Of a Paris bistro
with a small studio
lit with cool northern light.
A Paris springtime with
beautiful **** lady models
on his sofa.
As his brush
created her on his canvas.
This was his last thought
as the tool
rolled to a halt on the
concrete floor.