Cast-Iron Cauldron


Cast-Iron Cauldron (Randyjw; February 8, 2017)


What am I but an unreasonable seasoning

no pretext of reasoning

no leaven to rise




And whenceforth would I

cast stone to an eye

from scorch-blackened pot to douse kettle’s cry


Put fire to flame and it renders the same

impurities float to the surface

but often its known

beaten colder and slow

that emulsions will blend to its purpose



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