Lord we shall not rest, the foreman's prayer begins.
Give us a night without this fire, we forgive them
What've fucked us, deliver us please from death,
Hallowed be Thee, Amen!
Roughnecks in a circle, around each shoulder
A heavy arm, on heads hard hats worn,
Soot-smudged lips chorus Amen!
Which no ears hear because at that self same
Moment the refinery explodes in flame
The roughnecks incinerate like match heads
And in heaven a circle of steel-toed boots
Sprouts heel first from a bare patch of Elysium.
Another ring of roughnecks to be dead again,
Immortality is the repetition of death.
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