Social Jogi
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Social Jogi

Red Grate

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

Drawing air into its mechanical,
Iron Lung. Metal slowly but surely,
Turning to flesh, always tyrannical,
Never-ending labor toils obscurely.

For thousands of years, this factory stood,
Souls working, deep, dark, caverns, beneath us.
Work twisted arthritic finger falsehood,
Fantastical contortions are shown thus.



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William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione


William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.