Song of the Fels-Naptha

Song of the Fels-Naptha,

     Golden Bar of Sodium Cocoate          

                                                          (apologies to Longfellow)

In the corner of piled up laundry

little bar of useful stringent

rumbles with the big machine.

Sing out your kitchen chatter!
while our necessaries

spin with river force

edgy threads unweaving, 

wads of fuzz adhering to the wide and slimy lintel

behind the round screen, reading rain,

then sudsy sudsy briskly busy

You must shout over the washing machine's chunking about,

shout Hallelujah! Rinsed and Revivied!

Praises be to machinery agitato

to the internal rapids and snowy show of its
morning Zumba

carillon of metal swishes,

every skin cell

sweat drop

bit of ink

loosed

 and

free