A wailing furnace in clouded hills
The forge of infinity
Roars with metal grief
Shedding fiery tears
As freely as leaves in a storm
Wrapping age-old sorrows
In a blanket of steam and steel
Clutching in industrial dreams
The passing stranger
Who pauses to hear the angry music
Of hammers and bellows
With a keen ear
And a warm sigh
Remembering his youth amid
The melody of metal