220 AMPs
welding coil gristle, caked upon the hull,
fluxen rods and leather burn, with the metal’s call.
rolling back a sleeve, shining ember knife
the fiber-optic nomad splits a molten pipe.
inner ear-drum wafers shatter in the scream;
as bended knees and grinding discs shave the steel so
clean.
sandwiched like a membrane, the surface glows in gray;
while grounding clamps groan slightly, as the circuit
makes its stay.
Two hundred twenty amps of fire,
pumped in nano-rhythmic time-
Compounds fuse in waltzing blitz
and now the bead declines.
the physics lay a dreamscape for minds that pulse in waves
while pirates stoke their sails, in search of golden
graves.
Poem and all images ©Dan Wonderly. To view more from the mind of Dan Wonderly go to http://www.wonderlyworld.blogspot.com/
