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A hot summer day
Inside a steel mill
Cutting glowing red
Billets of iron
With a huge
Acetylene torch
I thought I was
About to die
When suddenly
I passed out
I awoke in a small
Cinder block building
Cooled by a squeaky
Amana AC unit
Where God's cool breath
Was blowing across
My pale face
At that moment
I experienced
The realization
That without
The Lord's salvation
I will be condemned
To a similar place
That never ever
Is air conditioned
#SharonOlds
Inside a steel mill
Cutting glowing red
Billets of iron
With a huge
Acetylene torch
I thought I was
About to die
When suddenly
I passed out
I awoke in a small
Cinder block building
Cooled by a squeaky
Amana AC unit
Where God's cool breath
Was blowing across
My pale face
At that moment
I experienced
The realization
That without
The Lord's salvation
I will be condemned
To a similar place
That never ever
Is air conditioned
#SharonOlds
Published 8th Jun 2019
Author's Note
Inspired by Sharon Old's poem 'The Space Heater,' and a truly uncomfortable moment in my working life.
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