Metallic

Sad voices,
The old wheel turning,
Machines, mechanics,
My fuel, my blood,
Empty hands hiding open eyes,
Pillar of fire; rusted valve.

Debris at home, served cold,
Head upon altar, Heart upon steps,
Perhaps the wind changes,
Perhaps it dies,
Stand in the line,
Beg for the lies.

Halls of heaven,
This smoke is yours,
Drink in this elixir.
“May you live a hundred years,
In grease and grime,
Half blind till fifty,
Without a crime.”

Children, step back,
There is iron around,
That cackle of chains,
That’s how freedom sound.
No you can’t have it,
Around your neck,
They were forged for us,
For our children’s sake.

Ha ha ho ho,
Low laughter,
You know,
Write my whisper,
Someone’s watching,
Go slow.

There the tapestries, they wave, they wave,
Hanging dynasties,
Headless slave.

If my color could speak,
If my culture could count,
Never would have I needed,
Your gracious discount.

So many words,
So many thoughts,
Which one to speak,
Which one to not?

4 thoughts on “Metallic”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s