hot springs rise thick steams
with our war machines, we capture these
condensed heats
our caps fill
while our faces become vapid waterfalls
overalls sorted in piles in corners
faced with piles of pails of overalls
spilled with smattering
our mouths leak dear catcalls
caterwauling
until we get home, the hot springs
give us the lives we lead
hot steam
condensed into gentler things
we tread over lands unsquelched
'till now they'd gone unmucked, untrucked, unsearched
but we had the knowledge to conquer these jungles
and collect their givings
it's hard work, but it's our livings
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