Jerry Whalley Poet Free verse

Sometimes the Boiler Aches

in the language of a cumulative push -
steam-roars,  boom, boom, boom
 in the belly of the beast, crimson-teeth 
rip-fire into-iron-flesh

b u b b l e s roll, 
under-understood, 
thunder-in down the pipe, 
bellowing with hiss ...

stok'd into a viscous-rumble
 s:trains-a-move-down-the-line
engine-urges-whine
up-the-track, clakity-clak
clakity-clak
in feet-of-head a head
 of steam m o a n s,
presses tempest into iron-plated 
bolts the size of your fist, 
squeals out rigid seams as fiery mist:

truth escapes, trailing white plumes, 
stack to sky, stack-to-sky,
to fall as condensate rain;
 hard going tears, way down in the hole,
 groaning-oh
       'til the fire comes again

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Jerry Whalley December 17, 2009 at 7:34 PM Atlas pondered - the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view, all that's done comes back again, because we chose it too -- when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, what we thought the weight of the world, is really its only door ...

Slight Buckling December 14, 2009 at 8:08 AM Great onomatopoeia! Lots of fun to read.