Wreckage Construct
Ahead the grim machinery,
Beneath the diesel tread,
Construct out of wreckage,
The two are interbred.
The hand of femininity,
That delicate device,
Disproves it is a man's world,
Dispels it in a trice.
From ruins and destruction,
Demolition tinged with doom,
A flower grows regardless,
A steel magnolia bloom.
Sweet beads of perspiration
Sweat emotion from the bone,
Her love in hot transmission
Is for you and you alone.
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