moving weight through Omaha
light alloys heavy metals
no silver, just wait
buckle down,
Oh-
no laughs left?
iron belts cut the freight.
sirens don’t spike fear,
holding pressure til it folds.
moving weight through Omaha—
forget your heavy metals,
we’re still pouring
gold smuggled you cold
weren’t you absorbing?
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
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Comments1
I like the feel of this poem it sounds so working man common, down to earth, well done
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