Steelwork Summer

Steelwork Summer Blast furnace sky swings down Pours a molten mix the way they lay roads Press it in, choke you up on din and dust Slink along the walls, close Hugging that stingy strip of shade Once summer was a skipping girl Only now and then might fire in scarlet blush Now it’s the sweaty worker’s weary grin He flashes through rutted blackened days Of rolling sweltering lines across the city life Oh yes, we work it, summer, fuel the forge Temper the steel