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Piss Alley

Generations of steelworkers

Have relieved themselves in that hallway

Through its many open doors

Lies the pouring platform

 

When the molten stream won’t stop

We run laughing and cursing for the safety of piss alley

And don’t smell a thing

 

 

From the unpublished novel Midwest Midnight / 1986