Heat put to death it's old shape A ladle couldn't hold it down It's poured into a strong steel frame The crackle of the torches gas Snaps like fire in the wind Metal turned to lava Red slow flowing syrup As the heat increases A mercury rising Silver in it's purest form Impending solidification A dull grey mass, rigid and awkward A hardened chunk of silver Death to the old shape, life to the new Ugly in it's rebirth to some But beauty to the owner and craftier A buffer has the power to polish and shine Bring out the glow and luster of this object