he worked a rare day shift job in the mill
riding cattle cars, eating from the roach coach
when I flunked my way out of school
I followed him there
another world it was
molten steel, orange fireworks, white helmets
a certain uncertain mindset
company, god, country! was the battle cry
hard work, harder drinking after work
millside bar, free bullet holes and ghosts of old-timers
there had to be more than this
the eighteen year old thought
