Kevan Smith - Siren

Red heat blisters skin unless wrapped in heavy woollen greatcoats, shields, and gloves.  Goggles and ear muffs unable to stop pain.

Giant brick-lined iron ladles slop molten steel across the foundry.  Massive gloves and coats, aprons, thick face shields struggle.

Red-glowing iron bars snake through ramming, compressing, shuddering mill-blocks squeezing thinner and longer.  Standing on guides, men push flaming bars through the next guide, furnace, mill-block.

Raw coal atop gas-fired furnaces drops into hell-level ovens.  Choking smoke burns sulphur fumed eyes.  Massive rams push red-hot coke through extractors and into bumping, grinding coke trucks.

Finally, the end-of-shift siren shrieks.