CRANES

by Joseph Darlington

Twisting metal

           Sky trellises lit

Red, like iron berries,

           Girders hang, swing,

Carrying more work.

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Forty tiny men below

One above, painting

           Oscillations in air

A steel Spirograph

           Of labour, dancing

Under red beams, nude

           Pipes trembling.

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Cranes grow cranes

           Tall and wetly red.