4:45 A.M. Mexican workers rest parallel A silent brown belt smiling at people and machines rattling Suddenly blue lights click on -- workers spot the machine spitting yellow rectangles and my mexican friends frantically twist slabs until the young girl in the leadoff spot bellows. tears race down redder cheeks her arm trapped -- rollers mechanically grind future twisted FINALLY -- freed and sent to a hospital -- We finished work sadly her dearest friends praying with a dejected grin holding back -- The Mexican girl RETURNED -- two heartfilled, gutwrenching days later -- smiling as I shook . . . her hand.
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