The Glowing Casting

The die casting shop of a factory in New Jersey on a hazy summer morning, pale light through high grimy windows, smoke drifting, beside a dark die casting machine with a glowing mould opening a squat robot one hundred and sixty centimetres high, a broad flat cream-white swivel head on a round turntable, plain and smooth on this side, a short metal arm with a gripper of two black jaws holding a hot casting over a steel grate, below a boxy body, cream-white above with one red knob, a grey louvred grille below, on a scuffed brown-grey steel skid, a worker in a leather apron seen from directly behind far off.