Each screw turns slowly into place,

Charred mold coveted steel spread across a concrete floor,

clank of each drop shuttering along our spines,

minimal light scattered from afar,

illuminating our loose bolts,

highlighting our loose minds,

tighter and tighter we get,

until it’s too late,

you’re already in debt,

feeding the metal beasts within the shop,

we do all we can until we drop,

day turns to night as sun to rain,

and I say, ‘reparation goes a long way.’