He turns metal drums into murals,
rescues industrial waste containers
to pound flat
and cut
with intricate patterns,
swans and fish and foliage emerging
from their former prisons of tin,
prigione
released
from the captivity that denied their very existence.

Yesterday’s Poetic Earth Month challenge from Tweetspeak Poetry was to write a poem about a reclamation process. I’m not sure this is a finished poem; it might be just a fragment. What do you think?