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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Ernst Toller

Ernst Toller was a German left-wing playwright, best known for his Expressionist plays. more…

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"Factory Smokestacks At Dawn by Ernst Toller" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 25 Mar. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/12851>.

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