Hot were the words, mixed <br />With liquid tar and boys in the shade <br />Their eyelids closed and play-heavy <br />This man turned the drum of liquid <br />The fires crackled and black smoke <br />Went up above the tree and red wall <br />Smooth and black like a snake.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-making-of-the-road/
