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The Workshop

The guys in the workshop don’t look round.
One flicks a glance your way. The hammering
rings on a steel mandrel. A motor’s sound
whines a discord. The little radio sings
Sinatra, Ooh Ah, Oompah band.

The men’s heads are bent, they sit
in a row at their bench. They hunch
over their work. One rubs a silver cup.
On the worktops gold reflects yellow,
stones flash in the dusty light.

Behind smudged glass the polisher stoops
at his motor, the extractor roars and shrieks.
The hiss of a melting-flame blends in with
a scatter of tiny hammer-blows, tint tinct.
One guy murmurs, another laughs low.