Atelier of Steel

Hum of clanging hammers fill the room with an echo

Fire spews forth from the cauldrons as if dragons awoke

One party gets to rest, the other starts hammering

Heavy stench of rubber and metal, and pieces of steel that broke

Sweat pours out from the pores as he shovels more coal into the dragons mouth

Constant noise, constant shouts, senses numb

A sense of endless urgency throughout the line

Just to meet today's quota

For a few paper bills