Strike

The workshop echoes
an eerie silence,
slicks of oil still
stain the floor.

Outside the fires
burn like night,

howling and chanting
against darkness,

waving in the
changing winds,

fighting for the
remaining light.

The workshop will echo
with an eerie silence
until the demands
are met.

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