It's that time again. When rangey youth in wounded utes are sent to pick up tin. Eyes peeled for shiny mangled bikes and steely bits of thing. I want to see the crucible they put it in. Behold the pearly metallurgic mess unfold. A gleaming steaming mass of brassy storm So cooked and cooled and coaxed and clicked and jewelled into mercurial form Then moulded bright and fine once more. This is the Copper loop of life we mine. Eternal Circulated Alchemy Divine.
Council cleanup in my neighbourhood this week. A scavenger's delight.