Our Poem: Beat Into Shape

Cling clank crack
Forming your body into shape just like that
The hammers we use to meld
Refines every corner of weakness intact


As the embers of this fiery forge
Waddle towards a neon, shaped core
Blotting off murky reside
For the blood we’ve shed before


Our workshop never closes
Feeding into the dead of midnight
Honest, Humble, Haze
Through smoke the coals simmer for days