The Factory

Here in the steel-mill we are forming
farming the templates of facade.
Barbed and explicit, they are anchors
weighing the measure of the stars.

Spitting the sparks of ultimatum
turning the wheel like a blade
calling the ironman and his daughter
lie in the maiden that we’ve made.

cos they are and they are and they are

walk on the ladder when you’ve paid

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