AS in the poems of the German writer Bertolt Brecht, have you ever wondered about the people who produce your food, build your house, make your shoes and other items essential for your daily living? "Song of the Metal" by Marra PL. Lanot is a poem that gives us a glimpse into one such ordinary life.
"Blacksmith,/Tear off the darkness of the cave/From where I came, the rust/I gathered in the earth's womb./ Blacksmith,/Shape me into form: knife,/Spade, plow, rake, saw.../Chase away the emptiness of sleep./ Blacksmith,/Mold me into meaning so I may serve/You like the horse and the carabao./Hammer me into the dreams of your people."
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