Pulp Mill, Commencement Bay

  (Tacoma, Washington)

 the mill on the bay

processes night.

 

an engineered

beast, it never inhales.

 

its smoke-steam is white

and slow like dream clouds.

 

its mansion of pipes

is lit up like a festival.

 

the mill manufactures

livings and my sleep.

circa 2005/2021

hans ostrom