The Hollow-ware Men
The Hollow-ware Men were employed
in Worshipful Company
Oh yes! They moulded slowly
in a melting pot, where tin would not
crack and antimony made malleable
the metal under the hammer’s beat.
Rippled men in roaring heat
stretched and shaped liquid ore.
Their aprons black—
sweat on their foreheads,
red-faced men delivered their rotund,
The Hollow-ware Men—not alloyed
with the Triflers and the Sad.
Oh no! For they cast in bismuth
and copper, their vessels
to be filled with cream, churned
by country, rose-lipped youth.
Men of valour in velvet
and ladies in satin and silk
clouded tea with cream and milk
in the jugs of the Hollow-ware Men.
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