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a casting is rescued (Free verse) by ay deee
at a workshop
in a steamy hellhole
mildew climbs the walls
a giant vise
should rust but for constant oil
cast iron from template
all thread two inches thick
two arms clutching a cluster of chain
forged for strength
this chain lowers slowly
slipping links
a pool of carbonlesss steel below
our workpiece
becoming sacrificial
a pair of keys
and a throw switch
are required to stop this operation
but wait
here is the man with the chemical glove
a precious coating
invincibility
at the cost of mobility
our hero swings in from vines
will his grip hold
or will we work late tonight?
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