Blacksmith Song Ii
Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,
forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA
by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song.
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