A Ton

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Balancing a ton as a technique.
Like one prone to the precarious.
And that of a iron man to work an earn.
Love and neighbor gas and smell surrounded.
A working man an a supreme horror .
Like a roller coaster ride to coast.
As to never say die and tenacity.
Man uprooted communication circuit.
Lost millions hard hats earning zoom.
Divinities stand by to trudge an aim.
Like a train eternal tracks lost fortune.
While power rages to disturb rattling call.
And of the silence of the hams hidebound.
To live in sub city within tunnels below.
Below and beyond the power of God.
Disregarded like a quarter in a cup.
Still remains to be the grandeur of all