Ernst Toller

(1 December 1893 – 22 May 1939 / Samotschin / Poland)

Factory Smokestacks At Dawn - Poem by Ernst Toller

They chisel their force into the dawning sky.
They forge their steeled selves on the precipice.
They split through the fog like axes
so that each breath shatters around them.
Morning announces itself with purple laughter.
The sky floods deep blue.
They keep watch,
barbed and shaven and grey,
naked there and as lost
in the ether. God is born.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 30, 2012


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