The pungent waft of sweat ,beer and malaise in the dimly lit belly
Of this rustic little foundry the stinging clamour of
Mechanized machinery
Sparkling dross splatters the walls like an angry draggons sneeze
heavy laden hands throwing sledge hammers  at metals on the torments random lights flashing
raging hiss of plazma flame
And hearty laughter full of grit
sand lubricating the pit
Communicating involves over exaggerated gestures cuppin youre hands and screaming with a smile ,
leaning towards the recipent
From a safe distance
To avoid the accompanying  spit
A dizzying array chaotic cringe worthy things slowly without warning  an eclectic orchestra forming naturally,
Out of comradery,
Forging a violent symphany  
At the heart of which
The Crucibal almost overly
color enhanced
Gurgaling cauldren
Glowing Vermillion
1700 degrees farinhieght
Hypnotic
The way it boils rolls and flows
Like its unearthly 33 percent zinc yellow brass
Rain or shine
Yet another
Flawless
Masterpiece