produced iron for 90 years
with over-whel-ming ge-o-met-ry
and color:
circles inside squares
circles inside circles
pipes big enough to walk through
rust: purples reds oranges
gears, handles, valves
cables
wires
pulleys
the sound of a blue train
engine whistle.
In unbearable heat,
soot-faced
workers cast iron
from rivers of molten
blast
furnaces blew steam,
ran gargantuan machines.
The men who died there
were slag to the wayside.
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