name it as you will
fill the ladle
the ladle is full
skim the dross
the cupola is dropped
pouring now
the visors are up
golden red
bloody red
then sun yellow
pouring forth
the mould breaks
the bot poles aim
flowing slowing
congealing now
there
stop now
let it cool
the clamps are off
the mould falls away
in the black body radiation
we know
oh yes we know
how the fettling smooths
the rough mountains
solid as a rock
it stands scrutiny
name it as you will
for it has set the interpretations of
the perturbations on the sandy floor
where the footsteps walk away
for this is
the word foundry
hot dusty and slaked
has delivered
the claimants arrive
as always
i am carried away
by it all
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