and caskets of coke,
we were birthed in slag
and baptized in smoke.
We rise with the stippling
deep in our pores.
We ache with the creaks
and cracks of the mold.
Rationalizing our work
with the fantasies we're told.
While the steel keeps us up,
and pressure pushes down,
we rack ourselves straight,
and drink ourselves round.
Jordan R Shaver & DHH - A Collaboration
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