the strike ended
we went back to work
the layer of taconite dust
still in place
where we had left it in august
the
machines started up
with
reluctance
bodies
moved across the grate
up
steel steps & laddersfinding nothing mystical
in the grit
true or otherwise
sulfur
exhaust
the
chemistryof the damned
concentrators
&
combustion chambersmoving without emotion
firing thru the seasons
every
ton
a
landscape paid forlungs without resilience
even thunder
turning away
---
e b bortz
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