Forge

not beautiful
	the human thing
	the blade
					to cut
				the past

to make red
	black hearts


				   dropping
					bones under
					all fields
					to feed 
					the plow


		    not beautiful
		     the steel

hammered 
imperfect 
reflection

					and the globe
				   locked in the cave
					       and we
				    in the globe

			  a
			 one



			and			
			steel

			has
			    no
			art


			     but 

		 	     is

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