Post Vise
Rust and pitting
and you grind it all down
Till you see the shiny metal again
wipe it with boiled linseed oil
To keep it pretty
It sat, like me outside
in that “Heavy Marine Air”
next to a cold forge
And I rusted and got pitted
The days past me by
until she sank me in vinegar
and ground me down
I'm not stripped bare yet
but I see my metal again
lots of work to do
until I can bend hot steel again
Fire the forge and make what I want to make