My Life- Forged in Fire & Steel

In that roaring hour

by the flickering light of the furnace flames,

shadows dance upon my body

as molten steel pours over the ladle.

 A monster bucket-shaped container

with the force of a thunderbolt.

My sensory receptors ignite like a million sparks

flying in all directions,

lights pulsating to a primal rhythm,

my mind’s gears unfurling,

body blazing with the incandescence of raw steel.

Enraptured, it is in the heat and the noise

that I meld and become

one with the finished product

My mind and body perfectly in tune

with the rhythms of the mill,

and I feel a sense of oneness

with the steel, the fire