Friday, August 1, 2025

Bad Poetry: Scab

For the Poets & Storytellers United, a  poem about scabs. A scab is a crust of dried body fluids over a wound, or a strike-breaking worker.

A strike was meant to be a blow
if only wounding profit.
If workers thought job paid too low
they simply would walk off it,
and this was felt as "bleeding" labor,
money, all away,
and bosses tried to hire a neighbor
to fill in that day.
And so this man was called a scab.
It wasn't meant to injure,
until the striking laborers' gab
added gall and ginger.
A skilled coal miner's pay was low; 
work, dangerous and hard.
How far below could wages go
on a day labor yard?
So scabs could easily be despised
as lowest of the low
though, when disasters traumatized,
to scabbing men would go.
Those times are gone to come no more
and who would call them back?
So Hollywood said "Mining lore
a scab's viewpoint doth lack."
And someone wrote an eighties movie
simply called The River
and said "Mel Gibson's young and groovy!
He'll make girls' hearts quiver,
and for the boys, bring Spacek in,
and show them having sex
(from shoulders up) with sweaty skin
in scabs' grim little shacks."
Mel Gibson played a noble-hearted
man who saved his farm
by scabbing; Sissy'd not be parted
from him, but risked harm
and left the kids behind to meet him
in his pine board shanty.
From that day on, reviewers treat them
as poison, not eye candy.
Gibson's his own producer now.
Spacek's career was charred.
Bygones are bygones, you'd avow,
but bitterness dies hard.

(The River (1984) is currently available to watch online--for a fee. 

In 1983 the producers looked for a real Tennessee town that looked weatherbeaten but not hopeless. The farm scenes that ended up in the movie were shot in Tennessee. For the town, people said "They wanted Clinchport; too bad they didn't come out before the flood." Gate City wanted to be used as the scene of the movie--though we don't actually have a river. The producers didn't think my town looked weatherbeaten enough but finally agreed that a short stretch of a back street could be made to look down-at-heel when wet. So you can see an unflattering view of part of my town, with some real local people in the crowd, in the scene where Mel Gibson goes to the bank after the flood. 

We never were a mining town. People I knew liked The River and Gibson and Spacek and the whole foofarah of having a film crew in town. Those who remember 1983 still do. 

People who belong to unions, e.g. the reviewers on Rotten Tomatoes, haaaated the movie and have never forgiven those who made it.

I'd never claim that it was a great movie, no suspense, no comedy, not even a car chase, strictly a reenactment of some long-gone scab's apologia, but what pretty scenery it has!)

19 comments:

  1. Fascinating! I was unaware of that movie; probably it was one that didn't make it to Australia. Perhaps I'll hunt it up now. I'm glad for you that they showed pretty scenery as well as the unflattering view.

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    1. Very likely it didn't...Do Australians recognize Mel Gibson as one of them, then?

      PK

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    2. Yes, we are well aware of that. He did some excellent work here before going to Hollywood. He is something of an embarrassment to us now, so we prefer to remind ourselves he's really American (born there in fact, of American parents). But he is of course both.

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    3. He reportedly stayed sober while he was here. The local Gibson family wished he were one of them, though he's not. I've not checked back since he did the super-violent Jesus movie, though...

      PK

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  2. I love the take on scab/scars - very unique and covers societal wounds - Jae

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  3. Oh I must look it up too What a great narrative poem and how exciting to have a movie in town. We are not far from some movie settings including Lord of the rings and The chronicals of Narnia and The stolen

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    1. New Zealand has some fantastic scenery, indeed. Thank you for visiting!

      PK

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    1. I found your blog, though it wasn't easy. Why not just post a new piece of prose or poetry on your blog, then post a link directly to the new creative work on PSU, as the rest of us do? Guarantees more traffic.

      PK

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  5. Loving your labor stand out from the union play into a poem. When I was a college dropout I went to work for Elgin Watch Company. Soon I became Elgin's youngest setup man ever. I had 20 ladies working on my line. When there was a worker strike I would join the union as I didn't want to be a scab.
    BTW, those ladies all loved me. They had a game they played, seemed most days, it was to try being the first lady to make me blush.
    Later in life I became a college professor. I made students study and keep notes but it seemed the students loved me also. My classes most often were filled.

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    1. Good people recognise other good people👍

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    2. Those ladies don't sound very ladylike!

      Yes, my impression was that at the time skilled workers usually joined the union, while scabs were strictly temporary labor, usually unskilled. I can see both sides.

      Considering your presence at PSU, and Toads before that...considering the learning that's gone on there...I can imagine that you were a good teacher.

      PK

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