I promised you a poem about that blacksmith on the Angelus before the Six-one News...
Vulcan
It's the gravitas of the man that draws me in
forging iron into grace, shouldering his skills to the task,
firing metal soft enough to craft,
hammering with precision,
drawing it out, bending it in,
like Vulcan in his volcano,
delving into fire and then water:
the clink, the bellow-blow, the hiss
- and then, the Rose
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There he is!
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