On Viewing the Large Scale Poetry of Industrial Videos of Steam and Pneumatic Tools
Industrial-Strength Poetry
MY POEM
On Viewing the Large Scale Poetry of Industrial Videos of Steam and Pneumatic Tools
Melt the ore,
Correct it more.
Fire up the forge.
Beg borrow and steal
from the Muse.
Beat the impunity
from the glowing words
until they no longer resist
your hammering suggestions
no doubt
Sweating
And cursing the work
And the idea
That we have all become
Less elemental.
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I like the honesty in this poem—not condemning, or romanticizing extraction, not allowing it to pulverize, either. There’s a subtle power dynamic, not succumbing to the grief of loss, but taking it into our hands. Thanks for sharing.