The words I spoke were broken open on my cracked and bleeding lips
and any meaning they once held fell screaming to the floor.
In the furnace room where temperature hit bodies like a train and the noise was so magnificent,
I lean't on Iron works to steady legs that would not pull and pulled away from foaming steel
and the flaming mouth that swallowed bridges whole and spewed them out as ingots told its own tale.
Jobs or jails when all else fails and the furnace takes the rest,it took the best of me,messed me up and chewed my brain in temperatures up on that train.
In my dream I lean on iron works when nothing works and work at being far away.
In my dream I dream of yesterday and wish it was today or any day away from furnaces.
In the end the heat beats everyone,one day the heat will dissipate or we'll be gone
I wonder if the furnace will then linger on
or will that be gone as well.