less lunchbox than mess 1,
what with that fitted lidand handle, the canister set inside it,
cap threaded tight—all got toted off to work in the mills,
the pail as much a stapleas the bread and tea and 2 meats:
meals 3 like job lots.at the end of the shift
it went back on the shelftill the next day, a soon-to-be 4
of the industrial age.catalogued here,
the metal’s sheen is gelatin silver,its tin stamped and banded
like a galvanized can.i brown-bagged my meals,
years later, to the 100-inch mill,though there were days when
my hours by the ovensflayed me with such heat
i wondered how anyone could eat.