Slag Dump
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!
The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.
A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill.
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