Sifted and separated
Melted and mixed
Heated into glowing liquid
Moulded, squeezed and shaped
Into Cat bulldozers and Kenworth trucks
Into grapples and steel cable
Into tugboats and shackles
Into wrenches and fuel barrels
Because the loggers are crying out for more
For faster, for bigger
For stronger, for lighter
For more speed and more toughness
Because this is not last year
This is now
The old gear goes to auction
Passed down the line
To the hopefuls at the bottom rung
Looking, praying, betting
To climb higher
Laying it all on the line
To log the high hills
When the motor blows one final time
When the tracks won't tighten anymore
When the parts are too hard to find
When the you are welding on top of welding
When the steel frame has gone soft
Yesterdays dreams get parked and forgotten
Parts get pilfered, engines pulled
Spare transmissions and diffs on the ground
The machines sag back to the earth
The trees grow up to meet them
The rust bugs go to town
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