Pulp Mill, Commencement Bay Poem by Hans Ostrom

Pulp Mill, Commencement Bay



(Tacoma, Washington)


the mill on the bay
processes night.

an engineered
beast, it never inhales.

its smoke-steam is white
and slow like dream clouds.

its mansion of pipes
is lit up like a festival.

the mill manufactures
livings and my sleep.

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