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    a poem by Tom Barlow

    Beautiful Dreams

    There is still beauty in this abandoned 

    steel mill, like the face of an old warrior 

    on his bier. I imagine I can smell men's 

    sweat in the morning glories rampant 

    on the chain link fences and feel the 

    slick residue of the quenching tanks 

    between my thumb and forefinger. The 

    shadows of smokestacks mark the 

    crumbling pathways trodden by 

    steelworkers in coveralls and hard hats 

    at shift change, on their way to pour 

    molten steel from the furnace into the 

    ingots that went to war or Wall Street. 


    There on the long bench by the corrugated 

    door our grandfathers sat at three in 

    the morning with their braunschweiger 

    sandwiches and thermoses of coffee, 

    sharing visions of the lives their children 

    would lead, far from the pitiless mills of 

    eastern Ohio, far from filthy hands and 

    lungs. How can any of us pass this silent 

    hulk without stopping to thank them for 

    such beautiful dreams?

    Tom Barlow is an Ohio USA poet and fiction writer whose work has appeared in anthologies including They Said (Black Lawrence) and Best New Writing, and journals including Hobart, Temenos, Forklift Ohio, Redivider, Your Daily Poem, and the Stoneboat Literary Journal.  

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