Apprentice
by Sam M. Phillips

It’s an imperfect art form,
But it’s where
You need to start from,
So don an apron
And come with me
Into the foundry.

Sultry swelter,
Take shelter,
The furnace burns,
The wheel turns,
The apprentice learns
Under the master.

Caster of bronze,
They sing songs
Praising his art,
But it wasn’t this way
In the start.

For many years
He was the boy
To fetch the beers,
Now he steers
A new lad to his tasks,
He only asks
For the boy to learn,
And to take his turn
In the pecking order.

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