Drunken Sculptor

There wasn’t

much to him,

really,

as far as

mass by volume by height

were concerned

(and him always

scrambling,

buzzing,

heaving

and hoisting).

But what there was,

was all steel cable

and steam-driven piston,

a few cast-iron plates, maybe,

and some i-beams 

for support,

and of course

there was that

always fierce 

Promethean /

Dionysian

fire.


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