The Foundry

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Title:     The Foundry
Author: Frank Oliver Call [More Titles by Call]

Two monsters,
Iron and Coal,
Sleep in the darkness.
A poisonous scarlet breath blows over them,
And they awake hissing and writhing,
And spew forth blood-red vomit
In streams like fiery serpents.
Then from the reeking pools
A monstrous brood is born,
Black, strong, beautiful.
But we turn away our tired eyes,
And try to find the sky above the smoke-clouds.

[The end]
Frank Oliver Call's poem: Foundry

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