Wreckage Construct

Ahead the grim machinery, Beneath the diesel tread, Construct out of wreckage, The two are interbred. The hand of femininity, That delicate device, Disproves it is a man's world, Dispels it in a trice. From ruins and destruction, Demolition tinged with doom, A flower grows regardless, A steel magnolia bloom. Sweet beads of perspiration Sweat emotion from the bone, Her love in hot transmission Is for you and you alone.