“Love, Iron & Slag” (A Poem)

They worked at the foundry.

She had started her first day of work – he had been there for 7 years & was a journeyman.

As the HR lady showed her the Iron Pouring Shed, she saw him & he saw her.

Their eyes locked as they both looked through the gap between the two giant slag piles.

By Martin Anton Smith 2022

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