Old Story Still Being Told
Firstly, burners cut and charcoaled the oak,
Then miners dug, broke and smelted the ore,
Puddlers puddled until ready to pour
Into sand-fashioned mould, stream of fire and smoke
To cool and shape and readied for smithing.
Heat ‘n’ hammer, heat ‘n’ hammer, driving
Out impurities before arriving
At the tempered blade. Next, grinders grinding
The keen edges, all measured by the hour,
Making manifest their muscle and mind,
All adding value, each of its own kind,
A realisation of labour power.
Yet, that sword was property of one alone,
Arthur, who claimed he drew it from the stone.