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Small misstep leg crashing through

Cleaved in half as the steam line breaks

Wrench slips crossing phase-to-phase

Arc blast molten metal blows your torso through

Toeboard kicks up, 90 foot drop

Into the yawning separators blades

...When they swept you off the furnace walls

They had to I.D. you by your keyring

Your final face, a mask of bewilderment

...Not even enough time to whimper

Your cranium caves in with an awful sound

The result of your fatal confusion

The odors to the factory locked from the outside

The burning stench of the seamstresses flesh

Unsteady hands on the cutting torch

...Cut the angle iron three fingers too

Didn't see the windsock blow

...Chlorine gas, filling your lungs

That riggings seen better days

...Smashed prostrate by eighteen tons