Seething

Seething

The coal filled shovel swings on by
Then launches all its coal
It flies into the burning pyre
That’s just inside the hole
The yellow, red and orange too
The devils hallowed ground
The roar of heat awakening
Its low pitched humming sound
As water boils above the fire
It turns itself to steam
Then travels through the nuts and cogs
As metal starts to scream
The moistened air unbearable
There’s nothing left to breathe
The train that lives inside my brain
Is the thing that makes me seethe

©KarlTearney