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It came
into the foundry
on someone’s boot
to die alone
in August
as we did
it was not the prettiest flower
but yellow
for a minute
it stood out
brighter than a furnace
before the petals tore off
I was the one who noticed
I was the one not concentrating
on the job at hand
on the cores moving in front of me
lift and stack
lift and stack
I was young
my arms were tired
there were men next to me
up and down the line
moving in unison
for 20 years
like flowers pressed on the floor
preserved forever in this book.
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Copyright 2016 John Stupp
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Steel Worker in Foundry by Luke Swank. Photograph taken probably in 1934 at Bethlehem Steel’s Franklin Mills, Johnstown, PA. Courtesy of the Carnegie Museum of Art
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This industrial image-poem combination reminds me of the great photographer-poet Milton Rogovin. Palisade Press published a book of his photos and accompanying poems a few years ago, The Lens & The Pen. Worth checking out: http://www.palisadepress.com
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The imagery is so vivid in this poem that it is cinematic, and it is that imagery that makes the parallel between the flower and the men so powerful. A wonderful poem by John Stupp.
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