Lost In The Foundry Poem by Phil J Hambling

Lost In The Foundry



The hammer shaped you
Every dent of experience
Ringing fractals of hurt
Into the depths
The sword shaped you
The days cut their stories
With geometric lines across your heart
The words shaped you
Transmutations of profanity
Into the coinage of verse
Lost in the Foundry
Rising up your quicksilver hands
Born again from the forge
The words are cast
Unalloyed

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