Drop Hammer Poem by Christopher Tye

Drop Hammer



Drop Hammer

Deafening noise as the blows rain down,
Reshaping steel for industry,
Old tech brute force is the best,
Powerful as the God Thor.

Hammering out things to shape,
Anvils not needed here,
Massive machines packing some punch,
Monsters in the forge,
Engineering for real men,
Raining down tons of force.

By Christopher Tye

Monday, July 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: industry,tool,tools
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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