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At Bessemer
19 years old and going nowhere,
I got a ride to Bessemer and walked
the night road toward Birmingham
passing dark groups of men cursing
the end of a week like every week.

Out of town I found a small grove
of trees, high narrow pines, and I
sat back against the trunk of one
as the first rains began slowly.

South, the lights of Bessemer glowed
as though a new sun rose there,
but it was midnight and another shift
tooled the rolling mills.
I must
have slept awhile, for someone
else was there beside me.
I could
see a cigarette's soft light,
and once a hand grazed mine, man
or woman's I never knew.
Slowly
I could feel the darkness fill
my eyes and the dream that came was
of a bright world where sunlight
fell on the long even rows of houses
and I looked down from great height
at a burned world I believed
I never had to enter.
When
the true sun rose I was stiff
and wet, and there beside me was
the small white proof that someone
rolled and smoked and left me there
unharmed, truly untouched.

A hundred yards off I could hear
cars on the highway.
A life
was calling to be lived, but how
and why I had still to learn.
Written by: Philip Levine

Book: Shattered Sighs