Gray clouds hang
fill our lungs then coughed out.
Endless rattle of machine,
at 5 o’clock we strike.
Tangled metal beast
of burden, not my fault.
Thin layer of dust sets.
Pinch on my lump of salt.
Hammered while the finger is
hot; iron quenched in blood.
Production is cut.
Across the board –
nightmares haunt.
Our ranks trembled by specters.
With sickle for arms,
we severe our union with sires.
The army swarm like fire:
furnace melted steel.
Acid rusts anvil
and gold beads reclaimed.
Industry in perpetual halt
left workers without work.
*Fire assay is an accurate yet destructive precious metal assay
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